Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for? Robert Browning, “Andrea del Sarto”
There have been two challenges this week to write poetry and I met them faulty pen in hand. I thought I might add my entries to my own blog as an extra post, as I think I’ve taken enough of your time this week. I love poetry. Give me pages of Browning, Dickinson and Yeats and I’m quite content. I spent a lot of time reading and trying to understand it during my undergraduate years. I’ve also tried to write it on occasion. I try to write with certain rules: the poem should rhyme and the rhyme should have a pattern. It should also have a certain amount of syllables per line. After these, it all becomes too complicated for my overtaxed brain.
I found the first challenge (actually, it’s a collaboration in which I was supposed to continue her first four lines) at https://lucysworkscom.home.blog/ and I was to write 4 lines on freedom. This is my entry:
Four rivers run through the garden of Eden,
With all God’s creations and man and his wife
Adam and Eve bite the apple forbidden
Are blessed in knowledge but cursed to this life
Challenge number two was from my friend Jules from the UK at her terrific blog, https://julessmith.co.uk. And her challenge was to write a Covid-19 inspired haiku. If I understand it correctly, the only rule of a haiku is it should have 5-7-5 syllables per line. Here’s mine:
Reminds me I’m in need of
Allow me to finish with four poems I’ve previously posted in my own blog:
Forty years working and forty years late
I wanna follow Greeley’s direction west
Gonna stomp the grey dust off my boots
Uncinch this ol’ belt, give the tools a rest.
Lay my hard hat down for the rest of time
Wish my workmates enough wealth and good health
Proudly stride through one last construction gate
And put my faded union card on a shelf
Tomorrow I’m buying a first class ticket
On the transcontinental railroad train
Having never been past Pennsylvania
I wanna see the mountains and the plain
And sit in the bar car with a beer and a snack
Listening to them steel wheels go clickety-clack
The Rightest Wrong One
Of the many men she liked
She liked me the most
Not to say she liked me lots
Just a bit more than those
She looked to the east
When the sun set west
And said, I love you some
But could not love you any less
Of an evening, I’d go for a kiss
She’d turn and offer her cheek
But hug me so tight and warm
I thought maybe I could speak
Of love, but stood in hush’d confusion
As I was only the rightest wrong one
Between you and me
We built such a high wall
To protect ourselves
From tempest and squall
I sat on my side, you on yours
Each alone in shadow and pall
And neither sought a way over
Twas insurmountable and tall
We rented hourly lawyers
And signed our inky scrawl
But now with time and distance
Our big differences look very small
A Walk After Mass
I drive home after a quiet mass
In a fine rain in the middle of June.
A man with only one leg jogs past;
The other leg made of titanium.
I make it home and grab an umbrella,
Before setting off on a walk of my own.
I lose myself thinking what kind of fella
Ends up on Father’s day so much alone.
All’s not entirely right around this place
Though the lawn’s kept trim and the house neat.
On my face, my worries leave their trace
And I wonder if I’ll rise above my defeat.
What a hard world, huh? What a world.
I wish I could be content watching it twirl.
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