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Short Poems
by JD DeHart

 


 

Valentine’s

 

Two trucks pass, honking

playfully on Valentine’s

Day.  Is this what love is

for giants, like two behemoths

passing in midnight water?

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

Stutter

 

I gave my name

into the metal box.  Sadly,

it could not be heard.

One day I will find more

than the first letter hiding

inside a microphone.

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

Gave a Word

 

The writer broke a word

like bread to share.  One loaf

of lines fed thousands like

the age-old story.  Then he

rang the word like a bell

in the street for a century.

 

 

 

a black line

 

 

Write for Yourself

 

A wise teacher says, I write

like I want to read.  Don’t spend

your time crafting for others.

Language is your own warm bath.

Soak, wallow, wrinkle in its wave.

 


 

a black line

 

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