song process of a poem

shape shifting snippet
hearing what you don’t hear
the homage without the intention
of complication or re-interpretation
repeat the 4th line
push forward and never again
re approach the sentiment.
the sound of a cover, the mimic,
pockets full, and walking the corn fields
before the stalks rise in yearly Lazarus formation
the dark soil and dead yellow stalks of
spring, grey – ready for the love warmth
and green resurrection of life.
song write in the group, the individuality of
nothingness merged in great steel, hot dipped
in cold ice water, forged while the town rides
by in buggy and becomes a city of trains on pavement,
then subway moling underground. Look
above yourself, the sky – and we leave on a postcard
already written and never read – but kept, put
in a sock drawer….a snippet of a moment, the elephant
of a lyric, stamped and given away for your
interpretation or re-creation


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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