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Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
Five Poems from Home 1) Remembering: Dorothy Parker Let it be said, The tiny woman with a big mouth, #713 6/2005 2) Changing me If I'd not be so frank I'd not create such a stink. I'd sleep well in the summer. I'd be happier and glad. Because I don't give a damn! #712 7/5/05 3) Inertia When I was young And? My heart opened out, But I am old Thus? #711 6/2005 4) The Wake of E.T.S As soon as you had died They cremated you, Of rush and kindness; Nor pass my hand in theirs Or bend my knees, Mournful eyed. I hope you didn't wait For me at the wake, The café ? ?and left to mend my soul Alone- I became, You would have laughed Had you seen such #710 6/2005 5) Nature Dreams Nature dreams #708 6/2005 The Poet's Dilemma: Some poetry proclaims the end of human and divine nature of things (what is left then, I don't know); and labels it 'Mans dilemma.' Where in essence, it is really the 'Poet's dilemma,' I'd think. Let's see if we can sew up the dilemma. It is well understood, the planet lives, it has its own dimensions, divine and cosmic, as doe's man. The poetic justification for the decay of nature is the nature of man-so it has been said, but man is part of the physical planet-as the planet is part of him; thus, maybe it has its own sins (the planet), its own magnetic pull on man to do as it wishes him to do-perhaps, just maybe, perhaps. Poet/Author Dennis Siluk his books can be review at http://www.bn.com
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