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A few fine words
I am going to try a showcase of poems to replace the "Duel". There will be one of mine here since I can find them easily and can rapidly copy them from one place to another. There will also be one featuring some other contemporary poet whose work I like, appropriately credited.
I will change the poems frequently but not necessarily on a fixed schedule and encourage everyone to comment and to promote the readings on Twitter and other social media. I will also leave the rating widget so please show your applause (or disapproval).
As with the Duel if you would like one of your poems featured, please reach out to me. I love to promote others' good works!
At the bottom will be a piece of flash fiction, sometimes mine, sometimes not.
I wake up, make coffee for the day
I know can be spent just whilin’ away
For it’s time to do me honor
For good things stuck on the blotter.
Strangely in my aging mind
To most of the events I’m blind;
All I see this day, and all the rest
Three great children I’ve been blessed.
Had the pleasure to have known
Watched them from birth to grown;
Turn into good people, fine, stable,
As a parent I saw, I tried, was able,
Did my best, and must say the result
Was better than imagined in the tumult
Of the worst moment. So, I say by far
I’ve got all I could have wished upon a star
Three fabulous adults is my daily gift
I would not trade for any cosmic shift.
On this Father’s Day I must thank you
For being the wondrous, gracious, you.
by Greg Schroeder, unpublished
There for Me
Dad, you were always around
When I was growing up.
Memories were made at various games,
The bus stop,
Or on days you took me to work
Before my young adulthood you were always there
Face to face for I was your young
And inexperienced son facing the big world.
Now as we have both grown older
And we've literally moved further apart,
No longer under the same roof,
We still continue to make memories.
Whether you come to visit or I come home
Memories are still made
I know whether its a five minute phone call
Or a three hour drive
You have been, and will always be,
There for me.
by Colin Schroeder, unpublished
The old man was cloaked in twilight's shadows. Mad and raving, his eyes fiery lanterns. Fists punching air. Rattle of fowl bones tied in strands of his long, white beard.
I close the book and go check on Dad. Asleep, unplagued by dementia's demons. Love you, I whisper.
by @_Irene_Dreams on Twitter