ABOUT
ABOUT
Chancellor Florida State Poets Association
Florida Poet Laureate Volusia County
Winner of 2011 American Poet Prize
Award Winning Poetry -
2019
Winner of the Folio Editor's Prize
Ode for an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Ode,
let your sorrows go.
Let brides be ravished, trees forsake
their leaves, let lovers kiss and fade, daughters age. Let loss
be the elixir that induces a new legend, new urn-dream:
Forests that seed, mature, starve, and reseed
without our overtures. Let wanting, waiting,
pacing be the rings in carbon dating. A new
museum piece. Imagine yearning bigger than an
urn, bigger than god; desire out of bounds, desire
crowned. Paint it fulfilled, the turning back of hounds.
What good is song if not the end of one man’s wish,
what-ifs? I died at twenty-five. So many do. Urn, make
your story new: Beauty is truth when sung to a priest’s
staccato voice and tone near a young marine’s
too-heavy, too mature, burial stone; when love
betrayed makes lovers stutter phrases – sweet
clichés – that they used to say alone. Put it
in stone: Beauty is truth when sung to
the beat of a child’s quiet feet
leaving home; when
aging lovers sing
to one another:
Remember when we
used to rock in one another’s arms
and we knew god and the devil’s charms?