.
OMEN
You swing your legs over the side
of the bed and think
"I can't do it.
I can't."
On the lawn two male cardinals
are fighting like two blood stains
in love with the same
bullet.
You let your head fall slowly back
against the pillow. The day
will have to go on
without you.
.
WAR
Clouds are everywhere
except the sky,
Boiling from the ground
like blood through cold water.
"Are we advancing!?
By whose order?"
A flash of light, and then
a hand, just
A hand
lands at your feet.
Fingers still squeezing,
seeking the trigger.
.
ACCOLADES
I admire a writer
who doesn’t stand around
waiting
for applause.
I’ll holler
when I meet one.
.
Sometimes your images (the fighting cardinals, the desperate hand) are so vivid and powerful--painful, even--that it takes several days of re-reading to digest them before I can respond.
Maybe others feel the same way, but the lack of reaction to this latest posting surprises me. Glad you don't wait around for accolades. Life's too short. And your piercing observations are too brilliant to keep to yourself. Thanks for putting them out there, accolades or no.
Posted by: trainwatcher | May 21, 2011 at 05:14 AM
Hey Bob. Thanks. I took a recent poll asking readers just to comment with an x if they read a poem... and I learned that the poems are being read, and enjoyed. I should, like Facebook, just have a "Like" button. Also, I put quite a few of my pieces on my Facebook page, often before they arrive here. So they do get their share of trumpets and confetti, just on Facebook.
Posted by: Charlie | May 22, 2011 at 03:14 PM