Saturday, November 22, 2008

Poem: Fool


This trusting and full-of-faith spirit
With naïve, well meaning devotion
For those adored and admired will disappoint
So that sorrows become a deluge of regrets

An affirmation for dedication
A sort of fantastical illusion?
For transitory is the bond given
Too often and with so little weight

Fool to believe
Fool to love
Fool to trust
Fool to take in (Taken in?)
Fool to embrace

Always the fool
And to be again and again

Copyright SGW 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Poem: Incongruous


Casket lay before
A mass of quiet grieving
Stillness broken by
Balloons at a funeral

Copyright SGW 2008

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The Artist ...

"The artist is the ridiculous fellow who takes on God as his creative rival. Sometimes God smiles at the effort, leans down, and contributes a vital touch here and there, which we call inspiration; and so a new work of art comes to exist."

Herman Wouke in "Youngblood Hawke."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A New, New Frontier

My poem from earlier in the year: Barack.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Yes We Can

I was not alive in 1960, but I imagine my today was quite similar to what people who voted for JFK felt forty-eight years ago on Election Day. I felt strengthened as I drove to my polling station, and proud as I saw a small crowd waiting to participate in democracy.

And so I stood behind the curtain in the voting booth and stared at the screen with my green x mark beside Barack Obama's name. I wanted to meditate over the moment however briefly and bask in the glory of what it meant to me. We have come far as a country, yet have much still to do. An eight year horror is coming to an end, but it left ruin wherever it stepped. Hope, ideas and solutions mean more than lies and cynicism now. The Constitution can be restored to its hallowed place.

And I walked to my car and went to work, but continued to return to what this day was representative of. I shared in the promise of the future with Barack Obama, President - Elect Barack Obama, and I am alive with hope, yes, hope, in what America used to be and now just might become again. A long nightmare is in its death throes, a true leader has come to take us forward and, as many felt when they joined with John Fitzgerald Kennedy in 1960 to walk upon the New Frontier, so do I today say "Yes We Can," and I bask in the election of Barack Hussein (yes, let the fearmongers quiver with the use of a middle name) Obama.