Posted by: Thomas Drinkard | December 13, 2011

Admonition to Poets

Autumn Caveat

It’s mornings like this-
The stingy sun trying to hold back
even the warmth of its reflection,
cold-flashing In the lake.
When November leaves drop in sudden gusts,
like  red and yellow flocks of birds,
swooping at once to ground.

Or even nights-
when winds reach wet hands
to take you spinning with random paper
down back street gutters, under straining bridges
to clogged rivers.

It’s this:
The time of year, along with spring,
when poets must take care
not to sing the same old songs
stolen from tribal memory.

Thomas Rowe Drinkard


  1. I really love and relate to your terrific poem. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    • Glad to know you enjoyed it. I’d almost forgotten the little poem. I rediscovered it on the Internet. It was on a site I’d never visited. Never knew it was there, although properly attributed.

  2. Well done – vivid imagery and poignant admonition 🙂

    • Hi Rich, good to know you like the poem. As you can see from another reply, I’d almost forgotten it. I wrote it after judging a poetry contest. Far too many entries were plagued with lines and images that were far too familiar. Thanks.

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