This carries with it, not only a poetic expression of love, but also a very special message … from the pen of Jamie Dedes
Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine
View of Cliff House from Ocean Beach
1.
it must be painful for them to write, those poets in tough-times and hard places
where blood and tears and poverty contaminate the air, stain the sidewalks, and consume the people
the blood must be soul-sick and rusted and tasting of acid, not salt,
and the poems meant to heal the writer and stroke the cheeks of the wounded,
to dry their eyes and gently kiss their gray heads
to poem in such places must be like walking shoeless on glass shards
perhaps the most sacred thing in the dream-time meadow of poets’ desire is Light ~
can you awaken to meet the Divine on the battlefield, in the camps, in government housing or in the ghettos?
if so, you are a saint, not simply an artist
2.
in my small world, my civilized world, people fall asleep reading or after making love…
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I don’t know that I eversaid thank you for this, John! Thank you!
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You did yes, Jamie. Thank YOU 😊
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