James Murdock Poems
- The Tomato Plant I mostly love to tend to you When the ...
- An American Epitaph (A Patriot... America, the ...
- Absent Reason escapes these wood framed windows Like the ...
- Clouds And Continents I’m having one of those days One of ...
- For The Leaves A sky of cast net mysteries Once fell upon ...
- Meditation 2
- A Simple Pen A simple pen drawn from its pack And laid upon...
James Murdock is a twenty-seven year old poet, freelance writer, and songwriter currently residing in North Lumpkin County near Dahlonega, Georgia. His recently developed passion for writing reflects an ardent love for the wisdom of American Transcendentalism, and Murdock is the co-founder of the Folk Transcendentalist Club, an open social organization revolving around local artistic advancement,... more »
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The Tomato Plant
I mostly love to tend to you
When the morning's young and filled with dew
It's then the red clay's softest see
The weeds come quick on a bending knee
With an idle hand perhaps I'll hold
Some empire's tongue or a tale of old
And stretch to awaken in that yellow sun
Aurelius and Emerson cause you and I to sit up right
Their words illume the soggy ground, diffusing now the waning night
With a bolstering and mawkish verse
I may celebrate our acquaintanceship and recite to you aloud
Beyond the sense that speaks to me, your presence is avowed...