I have been mainly keeping myself amused. This year I have put out three books and have one close. Probably early next year.
This is a collection of poems about the Southwest. It is my ode to living here.
I have finally managed to overcome inertia and grab three poems to place here. I have spent too much time trying to make them thematic and so here is a grab bag of rhymes. Hope you enjoy.
Author’s Grab Bag
Some words like eagle pinions soar,
some like soft down warm our core.
Some cultured like the city,
some are rustic like the town.
Some gritty, the earth we dig,
some meaty like ripened fig..
Some have meaning clear and rich,
some have connotation vetch.
Some sound harsh like raven call,
some melodic to enthrall.
From such assemblage we choose—
even second meanings use.
This the chore of authorship
for each nuance has a grip.
The sum
of man’s knowledge
is wrote in black and white,
a Boolean-algebra base
is used.
For we
sort our knowledge
using algorithms
either/or, neither/nor, and, not—
define
living,
inanimate,
energy or matter,
physical or spiritual—
we sort.
No fit
is conundrum
thus we lay it aside
and await science to define
its place.
Life’s task
is to sort out,
order Cosmo’s chaos,
put in place for the next man to
destroy.
Rebuild
with current facts
construct a new order
expand on the definitions—
repeat.
Dogs can’t be replaced
for they nestle in the soul
they are part of you.
Something in canines
makes the human spirit whole.
their loss leaves a void.
Though there’s another
to fill the sad emptiness
yet the first dog stays.
‘Tis a spirit friend
still vibrant within the mind
for only flesh dies.
Soon their auras fill the niches—
the man is never alone.