On a hay field
undulate acres
gold under sun
neatness of mown rows
randomness of dropped bales
without pattern, it seems
might they be the tines and the prongs
in some airy music box
that, when plucked,
would fill the world with sweetness?
(one thinks)
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
I am running out of words that describe what I feel when I read your poems and stories. Like most of your writing, I feel like I am there.
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Oh, such kind remarks! Thank you, Gael.
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Not just kind, very true. And you are very welcome!
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