Ode to Him

poem about life and love
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In my youth I never knew
It was then I was suspicious
I looked under and above all
Yes, completely occupied with mental ambition.

Instead of seeing what was contagious
Actively going about in a parallel
Things changed so I didn’t fall
It was a crapshoot taken.

Stepping high above on life’s wave
It was a romance that floated
Chipped away by the breezes drum
Embedded echoes in the valley walls
Scared to the speaker that valley scares.

Only flying birds saw these reflections
Never falling into the valley’s water
Captured by the wind in storms
Sounding profound to the captive mind
How would they make this authentic?

That one speaker leaving these walls
Riddling words never to be understood
Dancing around those educated vast minds
Could any figure his end game?

Crying in a river of thoughts
Shredding away from civilization for life
Craving in his words without remorse
Wanting to get deeper in him
His electrifying intensity gave creative desire.


photograph by Ihor Malytskyi

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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