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Solitude
All I ever wanted was a meal
And a beda roof over my head
(and perhaps a little wine or beer)
I didnt really need anymore.
A good woman would have
Been nice, I thought later on,
To go along with the: beer and bed,
Roof and a little wine you know.
Anyhow, I was always fine with a
Small room, apartment: you identify:
It was all I really needed; along
With a pen in hand, and some paper;
Paper by my side to write my Poetry,
When I was sober enough to write: or
Perhaps lonely: now with my new wife,
Wine, beerand of course that bed.
And of course: liberty, that thing
We all went to war for way back when?
Many times! Not sure how many friends
Had to die for it, way back when.
Thats all I ever real ly needed. Yes, oh yes
Indeed: without a doubt, I have found my
Souls solitude in all this, buried somewhere,
Someplace in my little corner of solitude.
#1204 2/12/06
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Ode to the: Lurking Ripples
Here, ripples the wind
Did the song of hell pass? The abyss-door was open
Something trampled in the
Grass!
A shape, a shapeI see,
Vivid as the veins in me; Evil lurks (sublimely)!
Dedicated to and inspired by Clark A. Smith, and George Sterling, after reading their many letters to each other. #1099 1/25-06
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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