Frost sighed (by Kevin Eberhardt)
Kevin Eberhardt
Frost sighed
Walking home late one night
Took a shortcut thru the wood
Saw an old man sitting on a
Me ‘til I got close enough & he
Turned away revealing a hole
Like a window in the side of
His head admitting me into
His myth of life as an ancient
Vision of the world of an old
Woman rockin’ in her chair
Forming words w/out meaning
& yet I understood & I noticed
I was crying & I noticed I was
Alone walking home late one
Night my breath collected
Forming galaxies of
Understanding
By northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, used with permission.
For more Kevin Eberhardt work, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com
as well as http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html and
various issues of The City Poetry (www.thecitypoetry.com).
His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley
at www.richardbyerley.com.
You may contact Kevin Eberhardt at ke767@hotmail.com.
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 8/8/2009 10:57 PM 
Categories: Cleveland, Eberhardt (Kevin), 2000s, Writing, American
Tags: Cleveland Poetry 2009 Not yet dead Kevin Eberhardt American Literature ke
Categories: Cleveland, Eberhardt (Kevin), 2000s, Writing, American
Tags: Cleveland Poetry 2009 Not yet dead Kevin Eberhardt American Literature ke
SOOOO Lovely!!!
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I won't be teaching Frost today.
With all that snow and pain
And loneliness somebody may
Say snow must mean cocaine.
Some child or parent might object
Their ethics are abused,
Their moral compass wholly wrecked
By how some word is used.
They fear the kids may grow morose
And blame the words whose faults
Seem immanent with overdose
And firearms assaults.
This danger threatens disarray
In every word or phrase;
I won’t be teaching Frost today.
Or any other days.
Now who even knows what immanent even means any more -- bravo!!
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And miles to go before we weep.
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Is that a 'filk'(if I am understanding the term correctly)?
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I'm not sure. I've never heard that term before. I like the sound of it, though. Am off to do a little research....
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marcus bales:
A 'filk' is a kind of poem that takes something of the form or style or manner of someone else's original piece but doesn't really reply to the original at all. Rather, it takes the salient characteristics of that original for the writer's own ends. The term "filk" originated as a typo in a sci-fi fan newsletter announcing a "folk song sing" back in memeograph days as a "filk song sing". Since even then many of the songs at sci-fi fan conventions were take-offs of other songs and poems, and the term "parody" was widely recognized as inappropriate, the term stuck.
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Cool - I like learning new things like this!
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Really liked this piece a lot.. very beautiful and rich with magic...
I think my favorite of Kevin's pieces.
Thanks for including it John.
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My pleasure!
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