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.
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.
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.
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