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Poems
by JD DeHart

 


 

 

Underpinnings

 

I root to the source,

dig deep or not so deep.

 

What

is my thinking on this issue?

How

do I balance my approach?

 

There is something to cite,

someone to read, always

another voice in literature.

 

I build the swirl of theoretical

voices, establishing the boundaries

of the case, only to find there is

 

yet another voice to add

to the mix, another brick for the

monstrous house of research.

 

 

a black line

 

 

Creek

 

There is a rivulet,

a carving in the world, split

through the center

 

This stream of verbiage

that makes its way through

the world between voices.

 

This is the place the animals

come to gather drink before

returning to the forest.

 

This is the place to build

a home, so far as the creek

does not rise.

 

 

a black line

 

 

What We Come to Know

 

started as a kernel

then rolled

into a hillside

 

soon became

a mountain, then reduced

to one single man

 

turned over

and found the sun

above, the world around

 

there is a solid

center of strength

as he moves forward

 

creature of the mud

gathering his mind.


 

a black line

 

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