Victor Howes

You shape and play the language with skilled hands,
unfailing love, keen wit; you've studied well
the diligence of spiders, how they spin

instinctive models of geometry:
a rhetoric of gossamer and silence
that stays composed in the brunt of battering gusts.

The stentor is the desperate counterfeit:
but your lines walk in steadiness and poise;
your poems speak; they do not rant or blare.

You gladden us who hear and read your words;
your humor, charity, and native grace
all quietly excel the commonplace.

Imperishable joy! Yes, art's the thing--
and we are lucky to be listening.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-08 at 07:57

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You are quite a craftsman too Thomas.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, but to be such a craftsman! There is so much joy in the last stanza, and so much admiration throughout. A joy to read.

Nice poem. Joy to read.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine tribute for someone who must have touched you in a gentle and meaningful way.


Call It What You Will
by Thomas DeFreitas