Thank you for the beautiful poem, about Robert. He inspired me too. I miss him, and I will always see the calling in my work that he looked for in his own work. Searching for the faith in a sometimes broken-down world. Finding inspiration from flawed people, even in our own flaws. He was as direct as he was compassionate. He took no shortcuts. Because of him I believe in poetry, the poem, and the poet. Thank you for the gift of your writing.
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-Robert Funge
1931-2013
Bob was a jolly fellow
who wrote dark poetry
and taught me how a line
breaks the way a
heart breaks in the sweltering
heat of sorrow.
“The poem will tell you
what it wants,” he said.
“Don’t tell me,
show me,” he said.
“Let’s go for Mexican
food,” he always said.
And on a cool day in March
the last breath escaped
his lips and the poet
was gone forever, except
in these lines from
time to time.
Thank you for the beautiful poem, about Robert. He inspired me too. I miss him, and I will always see the calling in my work that he looked for in his own work. Searching for the faith in a sometimes broken-down world. Finding inspiration from flawed people, even in our own flaws. He was as direct as he was compassionate. He took no shortcuts. Because of him I believe in poetry, the poem, and the poet. Thank you for the gift of your writing.
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