The Poetry of Daniel F Mitchell. I walked beneath heaven tonight,. Stood underneath endless sky,. Gazed upon a celestial sight,. Looked the gods straight in the eye. Will you longer detain me here,. Hide behind a bolted door,. Cower under your roof in fear,. Damned earthbound for evermore? I would fly if I were able,. Recline on a shining star,. Dine from an immortal table,. If my hand could reach that far. Comments Off on That Far. A Poem Composed on the Slate of Never.

The final ember of the fire. To get up and into the current. Up and away from its source. 8220;I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing-Sylvia Plath.

LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings. Of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,. We have heard, and what honor the athelings won! Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,. From many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,. For he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,. Till before him the folk, both far and near,.