~ Poetry ~

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I have written poetry for 45 years. Sometimes the words find me easily, and then for years they run far afield. I have learned to simply revel it when they find me. The selections here are from a chapbook I assembled in 2018 that pulled from all but my earliest poetry and challenged me to write new work.  The book is called, "Net." I submitted it for 3 contests, and then let the dream die.  

I'd like to resurrect the attempt with creating a new book, "Mending Indra's Net."  It is a pearl of great price for me ~ hence the new title. See below Missivus for the manuscript, "Net."


Napoleonic Helmut, Brown Palace, Denver Colorado

MISSIVUS *

With a crisp salute

the fortune cookie

yields its

treasure.


“A message will reach

you from far away.”

Typed paper slip,

tiny missive

far removed from

ancient Chinese characters;

ink, brush, papyrus

and the almond hand that created it.

Ricochet

to modern day.

Satellites orbiting

Earth

trailing wakes of

asteroid dust,

and the new noise of

the human generation.

Beaming celluloid

Beaver Cleaver reruns,

to the far reaches of the galaxies.

Broadcasting…

across the ages.

"Are we reaching?

After a word from our sponsors,

we will explore the mysteries

of the thirteen crystal skulls

no humans could have fashioned.”

Message thwarted

Moses’ missive

from the Mount;

carved in stone,

heralded by a burning bush.

Message received.

As the Trojan horse

pauses at the gates,

the soldiers

sweat with fear.

‘Peace offering,'

masquerading

as Athena’s gift.

Envoy of

the downfall of Troy.

Message received.

The Bishop bends

to kiss the flame of the torch

to the pile of gnostic books.

Afterwards, ashes cooling,

when the faraway queen

unties the scroll

from her raptor’s claw,

she will gasp at the contents.

Messages thwarted.

Pioneer of sound,

Radio god Marconi,

tapped in morse, “Can you hear me?”

Message received.

D-Day

Verlaine’s poem signaled

Allied forces

with the first three lines;

‘Sabotage rail lines.’

Message received.

Television screens flicker with

a kingly candidate

speaking words of equality.

He reaches into the grasping crowd…

and shakes their hands.

They relieve him of his cufflinks;

a pair a day;

Memento Mori:

Message received ~

Inside Hawking’s nutshell,

we explore,

“Is the universe shrinking

or expanding?”

We are told…

both.

Message relativity.

Paleolithic shamans

press pigment-coated

warm hands to cold stone.

Transferring

hunting magic

to cave walls.

“We are here.

Buffalo here.”

Message received.

“Mr. Watson come here,

I want to speak with you.”

crows Bell.

thereby connecting us forever.

Message Received.

Continents away,

a bottle washes up

crumpled slip inside

to a deserted shore.

Message thwarted.

In the fluorescent halls of

Berlin’s Archaeology wing,

a scientist delicately lifts

a fragment of

Elephantine

Egyptian scroll

to the magnifying glass,

powerless as it

crumbles to dust.

Message thwarted.

But, The People

Still have Faith.

Any day now,

a pony express rider

will venture over the

snow-bound pass;

rough-shod and leathery

with The crucial letter

that bears the

True News

and Hopes

of the World.

~ We are safe ~

Message received.

~

*From Midievil Latin 'missivus,' 

from mittere - to send

A selection of poems and the manuscript of the poetry book NET 2019