Sunday, October 15, 2017

GLOBAL SHRIVELING, a poem



                  The rage of nature
                  the floods of Texas
                  the hurricane of Florida
                  the devastation of Puerto Rico
                  the fires of California

                  Earth’s revenge
                  grimly thrashes
                  with howlinge winds
                  with quaking earth
                  with leaping fires

                  Fecund world into
                  barren fields
                  empty seas
                  broiling suns
                  shriveling mankind


                  (Oct. 15, 2017)

                 


Tuesday, October 10, 2017

JOURNEY’S END, a poem



          I took the pen
          she gave me
          to write without
          looking back
          become the writer
          not the reciter

          I stand on the
          shore of the Styx
          to paddle without
          looking back;
          become the ferryman
          and the ferried

          I weigh the balance
          of unworthy debt
          no obolus beneath
          my tongue;
          become the creator
          of my golden bough

          (Oct. 10, 2017. This poem was written six years ago by the protagonist in my novel, THE ABSCONDER. It was inspired by a woman he loved, but was forced to abandon to escape the possibility of being returned to prison. In his new life he became a noted poet.)


          

Friday, October 6, 2017

THREE KINDS of LOVE, a poem



          Body on fire
          with youthful desire
          Uncertain lips meeting
          in sexual greeting
          Ending unrequitedly

          The illicit kiss
          leads amiss
          The passionate connection
          thrives absent inspection
          Ending without joy
         
          An invitation to dance
          leads to romance
          The craving is sealed
          with a fulfilling yield
          Ending with lasting love

                   (Oct. 6, 2017)


Sunday, October 1, 2017

LOST FOREVERMORE, a poem

          

          I want to go home
          the pathetic plea
          of the demented
          Caregivers sadly
          listen helplessly

          There is no going home
          the longed-for mother
          is gone beyond reach
          the childhood pleasures
          lost forevermore

          Going for a drive
          diverts attention
          For a while the plea
          is gone then returns
          I want to go home


          (Oct. 2, 2017. Seemingly common to all dementia victims is a hunger to go home to the nonexistent house where their mothers still dwell in their happy childhoods.)