Early at Four: thirty sit quietry in Shame

Poetry and Prose

I sit in leather easy-chair, Lazy-Boy

Anger long past three days, pain

Yet again, another excuse real

My mind damp through thoughts

Cannot cry the left eye ever moist

With tears, large my sadness just

Below the surface of my gratitude

Stilted, I have loved her so, she

Yet controls my average intellect

My right eye lens artificial, even

Clear layer turned milky removed

With a burst of a laser, is it even red?

Soon left eye will have its cataract removed

So, then will I cry with few tears willing

Is it for Jesus I weep because I’ve

Never halted pain unrelieved, like

Statements from dreary politician using

The middle-class poor who wish only

Realastate, backyard in which to cook Ground

Sirloin slaughtered cattle, I froth with guilt?

She wishes only a quiet life, I brought rage

To test whether that conflict in my soul can end

Lived in…

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Published by elgwyn

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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