Poem: The Art of Seeing

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The Art of Seeing

Life Will Get You in the End:
Short Stories by David Satterlee

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A young poet reflects of the fact that poetry doesn't always come right out and say what the poet is saying. News flash: You gotta read between the lines.

The Art of Seeing

(compare 1 Corinthians 7:7)

Poetry, as you may know,

Is strange and hard to write.

Making words fit as they should

Is often no delight.

And not just words, but rhythm too

Must be made to harmonize.

“It comes with practice, soon enough”

Is truthful, though it lies.

An equal art in verse is found

In those who read and see

That what is written is not all

The author meant to be.

For as they see beyond the words,

They make the verse complete,

And feed, then, not on words, but thoughts

And rest back. Full. Replete.

                                      October 23, 1969

 

Story: Grandma’s Precious Things

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Grandma’s Precious Things

Life Will Get You in the End:
Short Stories by David Satterlee

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A Heartwarming poem in which a small child successfully negotiates for a visit to Grandma’s house and makes discoveries about him/her-self and about Grandma. Told in a regular lilting verse that your child will ask to have read to them again and again.

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Grandma's Precious Things

I wrote this poem in 2004 for a grandchild. You know who you are. And, you’re still welcome to visit at every opportunity!

I always love when Grandma comes
to visit with us here.
It's like a special holiday
to have my Grandma near.

I like it when she reads to me
while sitting on her lap.
I like it when she sings a song
to me before my nap.

And so one day I told my Mom
it didn't seem too fair
that Grandma only came to us
but we'd not visit there.

"Why can't we go to Grandma's house?
I really want to know.
I like when she comes over here
because I love her so."

My Mama looked real funny and
she