My Poetic Soul Weeps

There are those who

Would fain use no words

To describe human cost

I fathom yet in war

Of those into my mind

Destroyers of my sleep,

Wisdom like rush of waters

Into deep morass, chasm

My country’s death, ‘its undone

Reaches into rivulets of Korea,

Saudi reliance, death of journalist

Can truth be frayed like ending

Trumpet volley, music of death

Money deep into red festering

Rivers of blood, of heart keyed

Car of trillion dollar wars forgotten

Into reaches of newspaper’s

Retort of loveless politicians,

Governments driving deep

Hammer of existence, Big Brother

Watch, nothing more individuated

Because we forget easily, watch news

He says made-up, cover-up, sloughing

Off to New York City, Vice President

Waiting for him to falter into breach

Gun foray, M 16, ancient weaponry,

Vietnam repeated, 50,000 children

More to ragged war, war, war,

None repent, none believe,

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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