Here are two short poems for the evening. I wrote both of them years ago. The first is an attempt at haiku and the other is taken from my novel, In The Forest Of The Night. As always, I hope you enjoy them. Comments are welcome.
Lost
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A ticket
between the walk and grass
drowns in grey,
Sunday-morning rain.
Jack Sampson’s English-Class Poem – 1969
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Something wakes me without sounding
Nothing stirs, I hear my breath
I look out my bedroom window
Into darkness, into death.
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Still I move the blanket over
Shiver with the morning cold
I look through my tiny window
Still the darkness; all is old.
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Yet I heed the voice that calls me
Down the stairs and there I see
My father’s full and tended table
and there a plate and cup for me.
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Fed and clothed, I start my journey
With a strength that conquers night
I walk out an open doorway
Into morning, into light.
Copyright (both works) 2014
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