Iowa Writes

DAVID L. FAIRCLOTH
An Etching


When you think of a poem it would be nice to consider it as an etching.
A thing to be inked and printed onto a substrate such as is the medium
That we call the mind.

An indelible presence carried with the reader
For the rest of his/her time spent on this remote bastion
Found in God's relatively large creation.

A stimulation that has harmony and/or discordance alike,
That adds to or subtracts from some unknown one's existence
Alone in her/his time and space far from this reality.

A simulation of what is for the creator, at just that preeminent moment,
The most elucidative statement with which to express just exactly
That idea which is the most important to him/her.

Which or what mix is not important,
Just that in some way the end result is to change the reader
In whatever way it happens to. . .or not.

So putting connotative symbols on precious velum
Or in ordered pixel data, we pile them in obscure files
And dusty tomes for others to peruse.

Hoping to etch ideas on empty soul canvases
And so appease the vast emptiness found in our soul's residence
And so ease the feeling of separation.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

Find out more about submitting by contacting iowa-writes@uiowa.edu


DAVID L. FAIRCLOTH

David Faircloth was born in Indianapolis in 1943 and moved to Kellogg, Iowa when he was three years old. He taught high school science for ten years, including five years overseas, and ultimately finished his work life as a forensic chemist. He has written close to a thousand poems, but this is his first publication.

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on November 13, 2009

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