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PUBLISHED POEM

Another ancient effort published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1978.
The title of the anthology, Tracings of the Valiant Soul.

A RAINDROP FALLS

A raindrop falls
its birth uncertain,
Its death
a roadside pond,
The center ripples
and long after the raindrop expires
long after its fate is done
gentle waves are felt
along the shore.

December 13, 2010 at 7:52 pm 2 comments

PUBLISHED POEM

My reluctant readers,

Here is another poem from my distant past. It was published by New Worlds Unlimited in an anthology entitled, Whispers of the Unchained Heart, in 1977. God, I love their titles.

Enjoy.

CITY DEATH

Gone-
Murdered by concrete
and polluted air,
Witness to city’s growth.
Yielding shade to sultry summers,
Forming crystalline sculptures in winter,
Morning droned with saws
A barren stump your marker
Death your reward.

December 10, 2010 at 8:15 pm Leave a comment

PUBLISHED POEMS

My reluctant readers,

Another ‘blast from the past’.
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1976. The title of the anthology was, and still is, Reflections of the Inward Silence. They could pick good titles.

JUNKYARD

Lying amongst mud and decay
Spent heaps discarded,
Side by side the mean and misused
Elegant and cherished share the same epitaph,
Pampered and treasured rot alike
In the end measure equal,
Parts torn and corrupted,
Scavengers pick clean
That others survive.

November 19, 2010 at 7:48 pm Leave a comment

PUBLISHED POEMS

My reluctant readers,
Here is another poem from my past. It was published by New Worlds Unlimited out of Saddle Brook, New Jersey in their anthology entitled, Shadows of the Elusive Dreams, in 1975.
I must tell you, although the urge is great, none of these poems have been altered after publication. As every writer knows, a work is never done, but you have to walk away.

PARK RESIDENT

Winding thru city parks,
Stumbling from a park-bench sleep,
In the uncertain light of dawn
He wanders;
Eyes brimmed with despair-
Blessed with yet another day
His mind recalls vague dreams,
The dreams of his youth
Gone to mist;
Less often now come dreams
Unknown to park-bench beds,
Night brings only cold,
Thoughts void of future.

November 12, 2010 at 7:43 pm 2 comments

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