Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
I came out
Subdued,
Unhappy.
I was a soldier
[But]
I had to prove it.
I ran.
I couldn’t [escape]
This horror show.
I got orders.
Make a man of you
Or kill you
Trying.
A good choice?
A good choice.
Others are button
Pushers.
We do the work
Good luck!
The emotional
Relationship between
Man and man
Is great and
Important.
A mercy, slowly
Put together.
Made at risk,
So consider[ed].
Then realized
That every
Choice
Was [a] miss,
A casualty [to]
Other work.
Too late now.
[He] thinks well
Of you.
He does? Surprised.
What did he say?
Smile; high praise!
Praise?
You like [him]?
[Maybe]…
Apologies for not updating the poem recently. Though, I have to say I think these posts are my least read. I don’t think anyone has ever commented on them (besides Patty, thank you Patty!) I’m determined to get through all 263 pages of the book. Regardless of how long that takes. Trying to make even nonsensical space poetry out of some pages is a difficult task! Especially the ones where Heinlein drones on about neo dogs, or space ship design, or tactics…
I’m glad now that this page took so long to get to now. It’s not the greatest memorialization of the Supreme Court’s ruling on marraige, or Pride. But, then I’m not the greatest poet working with the greatest source! #Lovewins
Did I forget to mention here that I had a poem put into a digital published collection of fantasy stories? It looks like I did. Anyway, I have a poem in a fantasy collection that you can buy here. The collection is only $2.99 so you should probably buy one or five copies.
I just got my first share of the profits from the book today. So, I’m not just a writer anymore. I’m a paid writer! Here is to hoping I can increase the figures behind that dollar sign…