A poem for Pollock
Jackson Pollock's birthday
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Pollock
Hail the surface of his speech
Hail the spirit whom he greets
Hail the dance the cryptic air
Hail the heart the holy hare
Hail the hawk the nursing foal
Hail the tarred and twisting poles
Hail the spattered zone to lift
Hail the wrist now motionless
Thank you everyone. And thank you Lorelyn. The poem was originally longer but I was never happy with it. I worked on it today to post for you all, and cut about eight lines. It was no easy task but in the end it said what I wanted to say, the rest fell away.
My mind has been almost completely blank the last couple of days since my friend’s death. I listened to Savoy Brown’s “Tolling Bells” and Fleetwood Mac’s “Sunny Side of Heaven” today and now what you have shared has brought me more comfort and healing. I’m grateful for you.