This poem also appeared in “ProCreation” about 10 years ago

Someone once said, I’m sure,
“to be a poet—one must first
And they, whoever they were,
were right, of course.
Words ungrounded in life
tend to float,
almost ethereal—
luminescent, fragile,
do not dare brush up
against the corporeal,
have no matter
to those who plod
the earthly sphere,
offer no footholds
for others to clamber
up them
for a different
view of sod
or to experience
a whisper touch
from God.

c.Darlene Moore Berg



Filed under Life

4 responses to “first

  1. Well said, Darlene!

    And sometimes we are given poems that are a sheer gift…and beyond our years at the time.

    So far I leave these alone. Revising with the benefit of years might improve them technically, but I feel something else would be lost.

  2. P.S.

    Thanks for adding my blog to your blogroll.

    Karl just added your “Poetical Pursuits” to mine.

    All new for me…I am learning a little bit more every day.

  3. Nice – I remember this one from the forum or somewhere. Great to see it again!

  4. This poem actually predates the forum. I think you saw it in one of my little chapbooks.

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