Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]

February 24, 2009

Let’s follow the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count his Ghosts and dilemma’s?

Reach out to touch his Stretched-out skies; let’s follow The poet to see where he lays.

Let’s follow the poet to his end; To see if he can?whatever He wants to do, do over again?.

Let’s find the poet’s soul, and then Once found, let it go; And watch the Afterglow! His indelible impressions?.

"Hurry! Hurry-up!" or we’ll be late "Don’t worry," he doesn’t’ care If we’re near-he’s too busy.

"What does a Poet do? You ask, "Besides write?"

He thinks all night. Leans against A fence; moans and groans a little Thinking how it should have been.

Shakes out rugs: too much pencil And lead; then tries to clear his Head! Asks God for forgiveness.

He rides the wind in his dreams. He just came back from Egypt it Seems; with more impressions!

"Dennis, I hope you’re not bragging In this little poem; incidentally, Do poets have homes?"

An old Islamic style of poetry, ghazal form (used by Hafez and ((Rumi, 1207 AD; born in Afghanistan. He wrote poems, mystical odes, songs, prayers, etc.; inside his form I think we find most often ‘the friend’)); the ghazal form, each stanza of three lines amounts to a finished poem in itself; like the Japanese or Chinese haiku, it has its own roots. The question in Mr. Siluk’s poem here is not so much the question of plot or ongoing theme or do we find a friend? Rather, we may see the longing for one, as each stanza claims it own path to the center of the web. Rosa Pe�aloza

Note: #679 5/21/05

Poet/author, Dennis Siluk, his site can be seen at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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