March 2019


Poem of the Month

                                             Swatting Gnats

  
Dang!  Take that!
   Dang!  Take that!
   Dang nuisance.  Pests.  Swarming around my head,
   Distracting.  Annoying.  They won’t go away,
   And won’t come together.


   “Peeling back the artichoke, savoring the meat…”


   “Reflecting in the pond, your face becomes my own…”


   “Blowtorch rolling down I-10, grasshoppers frying in the pan…”


   “You are my soul, torn from my heart one cruel summer night…”

 
   "There once was a three-legged frog, in a hole in a hickory log…”


   “Morning sun dancing on dew-drenched fronds…”
  

  Shut out the noise.
   There is no music in my soul today;
   The chorus taunts me.


   “So gather in the dark of night and circle round my bed…”
  

   “If Miss Pickel lived in Galena,
   And Ana Tase dined on rutile, would Brookite be there,
   And would anyone care
   That Ty Tanium led for a while…”

   “My mouth full of ashes, my heart washed with tears…”


   “Our hands pressed against the glass, never touching…”


   “Staring at the sun, I never saw you passing,

   yet heard the echo of your loneliness…”


    “The saddest words are those I never spoke…”


   “The nearness of you kindles joy and new light; my soul                       ascends…”


   “How can this be, that time has no meaning…”


   “The eyes look, and I see the world;


   "The mind considers, and I understand the truth;
   Still the heart yearns, and my dream beckons.”


   Dang nuisance, like teenage kids: 
   Unruly, unformed, don’t say what they mean,
   With years of missteps before they mature.

                                    

   Lee Alloway

   from "Swatting Gnats", 2012


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                            Archives

  February 2019 -- To My Valentines, Past and Future

  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?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

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.