SLB (September 6th / Calgary, Canada.)

A Tall Man

The mouth of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.
The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.

The jaws of this man are bone of the Rocky Mountains, the Appalachians.
The eyes of this man are chlorine of two sobbing oceans,
Foam, salt, green, wind, the changing unknown.
The neck of this man is pith of buffalo prairie, old longing and new beckoning of corn belt or cotton belt,
Either a proud Sequoia trunk of the wilderness
Or huddling lumber of a sawmill waiting to be a roof.

Brother mystery to man and mob mystery,
Brother cryptic to lifted cryptic hands,
He is night and abyss, he is white sky of sun, he is the head of the people.
The heart of him the red drops of the people,
The wish of him the steady gray-eagle crag-hunting flights of the people.

Humble dust of a wheel-worn road,
Slashed sod under the iron-shining plow,
These of service in him, these and many cities, many borders, many wrangles between Alaska and the Isthmus, between the Isthmus and the Horn, and east and west of Omaha, and east and west of Paris, Berlin, Petrograd.
The blood in his right wrist and the blood in his left wrist run with the right wrist wisdom of the many and the left wrist wisdom of the many.
It is the many he knows, the gaunt strong hunger of the many.

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You touched a chord with me on this one. The night time always seems to be the most pleasant to me because the harshness of the daylight makes reality harder to take, at times. It's obvious that a lot of thought went into this poem. Good write on a subject that I'm sure many of us relate to! Top marks once again.
MY MY MY..... How this poetic work takes the message on home to deliver harsh reality: very well placed emotions Shelley.. this comes together in so many ways and says what needs be....
The harsh reality of daylight is real, while the moonlit rays cast a dark shadow over a deceiving situation. Ones eyes must be wide open and capture the truth no matter how much it hurts. This is reality and reality is sometimes very cruel but we all know, life goes on. Another wonderful poem my dear friend Shelly, you are the woman.--Melvina--
Shelley, there is a sadness that is weaved through this poem, yet the strength at the end to say enough is enough and move on no matter how painful it may be. Beautiful. I also agree with what Tranquil has written, its better to be in the daylight than the deceptively seductive moonlight and get blinded. Thanks for sharing this my friend. David
Its better to be in the daylight and see rather than be in the deceptively seductive moonlight and get blinded. Good one, Shelley Love...TO
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