Stuff of Life
I do not have the necessary cushions
for a woman, the necessary buffers
to place between her, between us
and life's harshness
unless she were a bird on a limb with a song
able to cocoon herself in verse as I do
like a worm in its silk outfit
it fashioned for itself
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
9:10 p.m. 8/june/07
I do not have the necessary cushions
for a woman, the necessary buffers
to place between her, between us
and life's harshness
unless she were a bird on a limb with a song
able to cocoon herself in verse as I do
like a worm in its silk outfit
it fashioned for itself
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
9:10 p.m. 8/june/07
posted by Obie Quiet at 3:13 AM
2 Comments:
oh the sorrow of poor love or love in humble conditions...this is a masterpiece.
esquire: your remarks here have opened even the author's eyes to the miracle a poem is. I am grateful. The poetry in the poem available to me now like a thing Frost-written.
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