TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Daedalon by J.R. Ackerley

Aye, I am foolish for I know
That I shall sadden when you go,
And I am blind because I see
That you were more than God to me:
A brighter sun than Heaven’s shone
When I was with you, Daedalon.

Can I find strength enough to stand
The last slight pressure of your hand;
Can I find fortitude to bear
The knowledge that you are not there,
Then turn my Book of Life upon
The memory of Daedalon

Remember you! No, no, I’ll shut
The Book, or from its pages cut
The image of you graven there,
The dingy tangle of your hair,
Your ill-kept hands and lifeless face,
And seek friends in some other place.

Forget you? … When my heart repeats
Your wisdom to me as it beats? …
That always you may be the same
My rhymes shall vivify your name …
Aye, cunningly I’ll play upon
The happy name of Daedalon.

But you were cold to me, I know,
Who never dreamed my thoughts to show,
But sat content to hear you speak,
And see the bronzeness of your cheek,
Your sunburnt nose and wounded eye …
But never told you, no, not I.

Yes, I am blind; but still I saw
The beauty of you all the more,
How slowly came your drawled reply,
How gleamed your artificial eye;
And on the morrow you’ll be gone …
Ah, but I loved you, Daedalon.

 

by J.R. ACKERLEY (1896-1967)
Public Domain Poetry

GUEST POST // One Last Time by Sheldon Kleeman

To gaze upon your beauty
one last time

I stand waiting
and wanting

As you slowly
walk away

The closeness of
our hearts
has now made
these feelings
grow apart

That these
two hearts
are no
longer
one

The love
we shared
is now
from afar

Stepping
as you
walk
each
stone
is now
our
broken
Heart

 

by SHELDON KLEEMAN
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // You Will Be Gone by John Feaster

My life goes alone

But it is not a safe life for anyone,
I just hold on to all that I can …
Try this or that, but I am a lost boy.

And when you say, “Maybe, I will read you
In a book store one day” …

I know you are gone.
I am a lost boy writing my life in a song,
And that is all I will ever be.

That is all I will ever have
To give you my darling lady. I will
Always love you, and you will be gone.

 

by JOHN FEASTER
© All rights reserved 2017

GUEST POST // We, made of paper by Candice Daquin

We
Made of paper
Write our words
In careful ink
Watching how
Underside
Bleeds
***
We
Made of
Fog
Obscure our
Walk forward
In obstacle
And loss
***
We
Made of
Wrung hands
Gather yet dry
Clothes on line
Before rain
Unbidden
Falls in noiseless
Sheets
Turning lawn
Vivid green
***
We
Made of
Incomplete
Stitch
Find no
Substance within
Wicked light
Dashes birds from roost
Darkening impending cloud
Like spilt ink
The words
Of my stained
Radiance
Dried and smudgeproof
With furied
Element

 

by CANDICE DAQUIN
© All rights reserved 2016