Because we all want to write more poems.
Digging up the Bones of Pablo Neruda
The spades (for it must be done by hand)
will tremble, then shiver into worms,
but soon enough they will unearth his box.
They will find a great ripe apple
and inside it a woman
and she will erupt into parrots
(they don't flock, it's cacophony)
and the colors will paint everything into brilliance.
Facts and minutiae they will not find
and truth remains always glowing
behind another layer
and another
and another
and the poet's
smile will wash over them
like a breeze,
refreshing after their exertions.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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Michele McFadden
February 11, 2013
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Digging Up the Bones
Gorgeous. Ah...parrots. They used to fly in my neighborhood in Orange, CA, in loud, colorful flocks. A liberal and non-aligned anomaly in suburban Southern California where neighbors complained about the cacophony and I delighted in their freedom. This is a beautiful response to Neil's poem. So evocative. So true.