A BIT NAÏVE
By David Allen
“That was a nice poem,”
he said. “But, really,
maybe a bit naïve.”
Well, yeah, I wrote it
when I was 22.
“That explains it,”
he said. “You hadn’t lived long
enough to know any better.”
Now I’m in my mid-60s
and I look back at that
young poet and think –
“Man, I wish I could be
that naïve again.
I’d have hope for the future
and I’d still believe
in myself and mankind.
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Here’s a review:
5.0 out of 5 stars Wanting (more), September 2, 2014
By Jenny A. Kalahar “the_story_shop” (Elwood, IN USA)
Here are wonderful, literate poems of longing, wit, wisdom and resistance; justice, injustice, the absurdities of life and of growing older. There are lines full of sensuality at every stage of our existence, and of the waste and usefulness around us. Tinged with the atmosphere of the Orient, they are as luxurious as legs that go all the way up. Mr. Allen’s years as a newspaper man stain his poems with a rougher ink that sticks to your fingers long after you’ve turned his pages. There are losses – parents, loved ones, friends – but there are poems of finding and creating. Children, grandchildren, lovers, partners in crime and art all swirl throughout this collection, humming like a secret humming song. But unlike most hummed songs, these words do matter. They do. So read them now and sing along.
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