The Lord Brings Me In

I was so dishonest, yer God sees streaks

Of what remains, as my Mother slipped

Into the church with legally married Don,

My step-dad, honest and tears falling

White rain Love and Honesty given

As Conscious willing with Jesus brought

Them closer to truth about Charles, rumored

He’d never known the Lord, and father in heart

Where he’d lived with God fearing people,

Both given over to the Lord, resilient step-mom

So where were both, Donald with Dorothy

Marilyn with Lenard, one softly going always

Away from Charles, son to Lenard and Dorothy,

Robert coming home to Lenard, with education

Lenard, Charles, Robert, awkward though

It seemed, all other parents had to accept

What was laid down in lover eternally, always

Sons of the two, weather liked or not, all

Equally left behind the question. What just

What would Lenard do now with Dorothy,

Donald, Marilyn,  all dead. What was already

Become of Those three in light of sons, granddaughter

Grandson, and great grandson–more to come into life?

Published by elgwynone

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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