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2. Town to Town
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Sojourner Series Town to town I minstrel-walk
On the hidden byway trails
Dancing shoes in my pack
Motley on my coattails
I remember fondly when I walked the main roads
With my arrogant, male posse
We'd blow kisses at the townie girls
And kiss one another upon the lips
to make them swoon
Ha!
The underside of tree branches that arch like a vaulted cathedral over the quiet, cracked cement,
Rustling with the wind, a soft whispering song of the sky
Cumulus clouds bursting with alabaster shine
As the sun strikes the top, just so...
It is beautiful, yes, but,
I hunger for that sweet company
That in my golden days was cheap
Which now is lost
and far from me
And it's true, funny enough;
I live by the dimmed light of love.
I raced to the stars like Icarus
But instead of falling
I grew up
I'm grateful to Starward for
I'm grateful to Starward for encouraging you to continue this reflective, poignant and wistful journey—an odyssey both literal and emotional. We would certainly be missing out without your soulful and picturesque creation that culminates in a firestorm of beauty and a clever play on words:
"I live by the dimmed light of love.
I raced to the stars like Icarus
But instead of falling
I grew up"
Just perfect.
First, the poem is definitely
First, the poem is definitely an excellent sequel, and gives us more insight into the Sojourner. I am also very pleased to see it designated to a folder entitled Sojourner Series. The whole poem is beautiful, but nothing in it quite prepares the reader for the impact of those final three lines in which metaphor and myth take control of the poem to bring it to conclusion (but, I hope, not a series conclusion: Sojourner deserves more, and so do your readers).
I appreciate the mention in the notes section. And I will take this brief space to remind you that postpoems just does not have enough of your Poetry. Some more, please . . . very much some more, please . . . .
Starward