*rendition of the Louve by tom tenbrunsel
Bringing shape to time,
reason cannot always rhyme
in perfect meter.
Lincoln had four score,
leaving only seven more
in consecration.
Are passions stirred by
notions cast in ink to hear?
Take brevity. I
fear a sacrifice
left prone upon an altar
as if too small a
statement might be crass,
however skillfully wrought.
For all this studied,
imaginative
conversation, you and I
trust Art to fashion
its unlimited
opuses of life and love,
nothing else above.
Author’s Note: 6/21/2023 poem by Doug Lowe to Dawn Lowe. They reside in Black Mountain, North Carolina. My dear friend, Doug has allowed me to feature this exceptional poem on my website and in my book, Soften Your Heart. He is an unassuming poet extraordinar, and I’m glad our paths crossed. Thank you, Doug.
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