Where Old Fliers Come to Roost
Ancient Eagle Press
Poem of the Month
January 2019 -- I'll Never Say Goodbye
December 2018 -- Graandpa
November 2018 -- Meditation
October 2018 -- Benediction
September 2018 -- Passages
August 2018 -- Feeding the Beast
July 2018 - One Can Have Knowledge...
June 2018 -- The Unsinkable Molly Drown
May 2018 -- Advice to my Grandson
April 2018 -- Awaiting Idunn
March 2018 -- Flight
February 2018 -- Lakesong
January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat
December 2017 -- Daybreak
October 2017 -- Night Watch
September 2017 -- The Princess
August 2017 - Pelham
July 2017 -- Siena
June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True
May 2017 -- A Thousand Flowers
April 2017 -- Oboe Rap
March 2017 - March Madness
February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business
January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window
December 2016 -- The Creation
November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon
October 2016 -- Vortex
September 2016 -- Do You?
Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff. Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.
To My Valentines, Past and Future
Time has flown, or yet flies to meet us
As our lives move together, move apart,
Exist in parallel, converge, merge,
Expand, contract and divert through life’s mysteries.
We have been friends, family, strangers, lovers,
Have shared moments, hours, years or just a glance,
We have met, are yet to meet, perhaps will meet again.
Some of you have held my hand; all have held my heart.
I have written songs to you,
Celebrated you in poetry (locked closely away),
Talked to you in the quiet of the trees, the pounding of the surf,
Or only in the silence of my shell.
Each of you is part of the mosaic of my heart.
When it was torn, you were the balm,
When it sang with joy, you were the harmony,
And still we move together with every beat.
As past, present and future are entwined,
So are our lives. I am me because of you,
I love you as I know myself,
And will be of you when time comes round again.
from "Swatting Gnats", 2012