About this blog...

I don't know if I love Eliot more, or Shelley. But one thing I'm completely sure of, is that I love poetry.

On and off, I wrote lines as they came to me. Many of them were really nice, the kind that makes you feel warm and content inside every time you read them. Many of them were trite, begging for correction, often edited, never satisfying, yet refusing to be struck out. Of all the many lines I wrote, only a few remain that I have preserved due to no fault of mine. Thank Facebook for that.

I decided finally that I could post all those poems in a blog. Which won't really make for much, but at least it is a start, and a workbook that I hope will inspire me to return to my dishonest fling with poetry and make it good.

So here's Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V from Facebook...my first piece posted there in 2010:




Waiting for Godot

Waiting for Godot 
On my doorstep tonight 
Someone tells he's tall and dark 
Someone else he's squat and bright 
Not that it matters how Godot looks 
I wait for him 'neath a moonless night 

I waited all the summertime 
And heard the dewdrops gently fall
I saw the roses bloom and die
I heard the sparrows darkly call
To sparrowlings that've long flown away
From sheltered wings that'd held them all

I waited watching purple flowers
Turn blue, and black, and crinkly dry
As cold winds shook those lazy dogs
That on my porch did basking lie
They ran away to god knows where
I waited on and god knows why...

I waited for Godot yesterday
When thoughts flowed free like fresh-press'd wine
Between my fingers, staining red
The sun-bleached empty walls of mine
I painted for Godot yesterday
A human face with heart divine.

And yet I waited all day
And still I wait in this twilight hour
When silence reigns o'er blasted lanes
And droughts have wasted the wine-filled bower
All circus animals are dead and gone
My muse has taken another lover.

So I'm waiting for Godot
On my doorstep tonight
Waiting, waiting evermore
For a tiny beam of guiding light...


(posted on January 13, 2010)