Valentine
And up is low
And famished full
And night is day in many ways
And hardly if
is really so
And love stays still and sways
And summer shivers slow
And inside’s out
And up is down
And high feels low
Flinch
The world is full of skills
And knowings of
with eyes wising —
Too bad then
that smarts don’t come from veering off
Too bad that keen hates bang
Because flinch is where all the weather’s made
Flinch is really where we feel akin
(Ask any cringe)
Flinch is how the teach of sirens go
or more badly said
How guessing knows
Forasmuch
What to notice really is
the almost did —
What’s intended
What’s perhaps —
its feathers spread
So yes to that – that should have been —
how ruffles lift the wind
where just about to
is the Spring
Or is that wink that skips from why to when —
right up to where trouble’s
almost been
~~~

Larew’s poems have appeared widely and have been nominated for four Pushcarts. His Poetry X Hunger initiative is bringing poets to the anti-hunger cause. On Facebook at Hiram Larew, Poet.

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Great post. Terrific poetry. i have re-blogged.
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Agreed! Thanks, for reposting, Goff!
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My pleasure. Best Regards.
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🙂
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Cheers.
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