An Invitation Poem by Daniel Y.
An Invitation
ATTENTION DUTIFUL READER:
You are invited, o those so devoted,
to join the ranks of my friends.
To drink with me, the immortals on pages.
The stacks of books accompanies
like a happy graveyard.
Come know my thoughts
and I will give you new eyes.
Partake with me in living bread.
You extant few.
Artists, Musicians, Philosophers!
Poets all the same.
To have felt and thought more deeply
without fences.
To leave the window open.
Speak with me,
the boy who sits in corners.
Be mine, close ear. And
I will give you listen.
Hi Daniel I just found the word to describe your new poem AN INVITATION and your new poetry. The word is LUMINOUS.
This wonderful, Daniel! I love it, which I mean in the sense of feeling something bonded to me inside and outside, as if there were no space which is not filled with the sentiments this poem engenders. I'm happily rambling because your poem makes me that delighted. The passages I especially like: COME KNOW MY THOUGHTS AND I WILL GIVE YOU NEW EYES and TO HAVE THOUGHT AND FELT MORE DEEPLY WITHOUT FENCES' TO KEEP THE WINDOW OPEN. and BE MINE, CLOSE EAR, AND I WILL GIVE YOU LISTEN. And the image of THE LIVING BREAD for a cradle Catholic as I once was is always evocative, can't help but be so. It's so archetypal. And so lyrical. So intimate and yet with a measure of gravitas. Did I mention this poem in my memoirs? I will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 4:57:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice piece