Correspondence - A Love Poem

I was acting as a volunteer janitor at my church today, which means I had plenty of time to think. My wandering mind hit upon the idea of people writing letters to each other, and the difficulty of waiting for the post to go back and forth. I liked the idea of a patient romance, a steadily progressing bond, and this is the poem that resulted when I got home.

Farewells

Well, I think this is the end of my blog. It's lasted a lot longer than I expected, and I kind of enjoyed it. I sincerely hope you did too. Whoever you are, if you are reading this, I would like you to know that I am incredibly, sincerely grateful to you for the time you've taken to read something by me. I don't know if I'll try my hand at much writing in the future, I'm going to try to give up poetry; if it does die off, I wasn't much of a poet, but if I can't keep from jotting things down, then maybe I have a snowball's chance in Hell. Either way, I'll know more. Again, thank you for taking the time to read.

Potential

I'll be honest, I only write these intros so I can use the page jump feature, so I can keep more accurate statistics about page views. I was at the Art Institute recently, and the modern wing had no descriptions on the placards. Only in retrospect is art made clear. n.b. I'm not claiming to have talent at all, let alone on the level of artists whose work is in the AIC.

Breaking Down

Yet another depressing poem from Will. I hope you like it!

Once More, Dear Friends

Another poem that is a cynical extrapolation on a very famous speech.

Couches

Yet another one of my poems that won't show up on facebook, but is only available to those who subscribe or are careful in their browsing of this blog.

The Great Dance

I am watching Sherlock, the BBC modernization of the classic Sherlock Holmes stories, and I decided to write a little tribute to the final episode.

Do You Care for the Dregs

Death is a tragic thing, and I'm often touched to see people who respond in public ways to deaths in their community. However, I often wonder, after I read descriptions of those who have passed, which invariably focus on the positives of the departed, and it makes me wonder about those who invariably die, but are not remembered as fondly. This is largely directed at myself, as I often find it easy to pass over those who I am not naturally drawn to, and I need to focus more on the inherent worth of each individual, regardless of how pleasant they are.

I'm Not Gonna Bleed

This is loosely based on a famous speech - no prizes for guessing which, though I suppose you may get some respect.

Siblings' Cross-Country Run From The Law Ended

I struck upon an idea tonight for a series of poems. Most of the idea is taken from John Leax, who wrote a hilarious book of poems called "Tabloid News." The poet Thom Satterlee recommended it to me, and I in turn highly endorse it. My thought tonight was to visit one internet news site a day, and write a poem that shares a headline with the first news-story to catch my eye. The poem won't bear much in common with the actual event, and I'm going to try not to actually read the story, but to instead write whatever springs to mind based off of that headline. Today, on CNN, I saw a story entitled, "Siblings' Cross-Country Run from the Law Ended." This is what I wrote.