“Stonehenge” by Tom Tiedeman
mortise and tenon
sacrosanct joinery
mystic of power
conveyed by a secret
artisanal oath upon
female and male
conjugation that
beautiful passion
of natural biology
lending its form
to the function of
structure who wants
of a durable union
a coupling contrived
for the useable ages
fine fitted precision of
desert-set pyramids
sarsen stone henges
Homeric sleek galleys
the chair and the desk
where this gray-bearded
stiff-fingered poet
declaims all and sundry
his odd bits of trivial
knowledge that seem
best recorded if only
in doggerel verses
before they’re forgotten
As ever, an immaculate take upon the subject matter.
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cheers, mike
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Sometimes its the simple things that bring satisfaction.
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thanks for the insight – I agree
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Odd bits of trivia unloosed from set forms create a new wisdom. Gray beards are free to go beyond rules.
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rules? what rules? *smile*
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One man’s trivia is another man’s wisdom . . . You never cease to amaze & astound!
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you’re very kind, my friend
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I must agree with Peter N–and would I be inaccurate to say there’s a poignant note in this poem?
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perhaps
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Can’t win them all…
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oh but maybe you did – I just couldn’t recall my mind when this was written – poignant probably says it
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Much of what you, and all of us poets, write has strands of poignancy 🙂
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