Poet

by Sita Carboni Vancouver poet and poetry organizer

Jack McCarthy’s words sink deep into my soul

like pebbles thrown into a lake.

Ripples of nostalgia float at the surface

but the depth is what causes the piercing.

 

Piercing in this case not a negative

but an eternal positive

like a shift in space

intangible yet so clear we are left altered.

 

His words open old scars,

bring dreams, insight to the foreground,

capture us, bring us home

in phrases that are stacked high with honesty.

 

Subtly he pretends to jog, flaps his arms

as a bird would its wings.

He delivers his poetry with action

yet understatement.

 

Salvatore Quasimodo said,

“Poetry is the revelation of a feeling

that the poet believes to be interior and personal

but which the reader recognizes as his own.”

 

And Jack’s words are our essence,

the pause in our breath,

the tears on our lashes

and the joy in the love that we radiate.

 

Thank you for being a poet

Jack.