514 Poet to poets Jan.9, 2014

Posted on March 16, 2016 by Ken Greenman

There are millions of poets who never wrote a word.
But those who
mine for golden words to brighten darkness,
toil to strip cataracts from eyes,
thrust surprise into jaded lives,
salute those earthy bards,
wish them revelation in their silent thoughts,
satisfaction in their daily toil,
proud harvest from the work of their hands,
and the sweat on their backs
and love in their living,
for they are the nudes, posing for new poems.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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