Stormcloud Poets, second anthology

 

Stormcloud Poets, second anthology, new from Thunderune Publishing, includes three poems by me. Get your copy at the links below.

 

Stormcloud Poets

 

 

Stormcloud Poets

On trying to write a poem for my love @ Leaves of Ink

Originally published at the late, Daily Love, another poem for my Sarah, at Leaves of Ink:

On trying to write a poem for my love

Thanks, as always, to editor E. S. Wynn!

The Reasons Why at Leaves of Ink

Previously published at the late, lamented, Daily Love,
The Reasons Why 1 - 6
 now at Leaves of Ink.

Many thanks to E. S. Wynn!

Among the Departed

For a long time

Death refused to look at me.

 Though, Goddess knows, I flirted

mercilessly.

 Or, perhaps,

the big D

simply couldn’t see

 just to what I was up.

 In those days, of course,

I wore the magic hat

of youth

 and drank from a golden cup.

 I had yet to learn the lesson

that immortality is relative.

 Now the clock is ticking faster

and I’ve forgotten

just what I was after

 when this whole thing started.

 And that, I’m sure,

is exactly

as it ought to be.

 For once I’m gone

and among the departed

 it will all come back to me.

 

 

- R. Cody -

On trying to write a poem for my love

With this post I begin linking, when possible, to my work on the web. 

Please click below for my latest contribution to Daily Love, published 10/15/12.

On trying to write a poem for my love

Thanks for reading!

Reading Ikkyu

Reading Ikkyu,

that Crazy Cloud,

I eat a plum.

William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats,

I can’t believe I waited

so long to read you.

Six crows in the rain

Six crows in the rain –

there’s poetry there

if I look again.

Writing a poem

Writing a poem

and riding a poem,

both require reins.

Winter has come

Winter has come
as winter will
with bare bone skies
and catacomb chill.

At night we huddle
by the fire, clinging
one to one –

and try not to think
how far we’ve wandered
from the sun.

An old one, pulled out and reconsitituted for the Thursday Think Tank # 74 - Winter, at Poets United! 

Charmed by poetry

Charmed by poetry
at an early age - I love
words on a page.

(Haiku Heights, prompt #86 - Charm)

Words are useless things

Words are useless things –
I put down my pen and write
real poetry.

Reading poetry

Reading poetry

by gaslight
as my fathers might
had they read poetry.

This is Not My Heart

Available Here!

This is Not My Heart contains more than 70 poems written over the last decade or so and spanning styles from free and open verse to metered and lyrical rhyme. Subject matter is equally broad, covering slice of life observations on love, writing, and urban life, and fantastic flights of fantasy. A book that can be opened to wry insight and deft wordplay at any page.

Life, that diligent poet

Life, that diligent poet, day by day
Scrawls his work upon us
In blood and tears and sweat and spit
Until our time is measured in years
And we are covered in lines that he has writ.
Death, contrary, is in no hurry
To share her darker verse,
Saving the craft of her rhyme
For a quieter time
When we are more likely to enjoy it.

- R. Cody -