The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz)

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz) short poem

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The Poet Turns 100
In Honor of Stanley Kunitz

When my body wears to dust
let the remains be language
find only verbs at the core
struck flints from explosive ore
nouns charged with names
of foes and lovers
cool rivers, eagles in crags.

Abandoned kivas of adjectives
illuminate a woman’s skin
flush from a Puccini aria.
Braille of a soul intact
imprints an after image
traces of sparks in a mind
still lit by imagination.

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I was a nominee in 2006 for Oklahoma Poet Laureate. I've been published in ten literary journals and have four published novels at SynergeBooks.com. My photos have been published in The Oklahoman and Norman Living.I am a retired creative person, with poetry and photography heading the list. As a 30-year cancer survivor, I enjoy volunteering at hospice and encouraging cancer victims. I am blessed with family and friends. I'm a free life member of Weight Watchers. I'm also a member of Delta Upsilon fraternity at the University of Oklahoma, from which I received undergraduate and graduate degrees.
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