4 Years and 310 poems later...

4/17/04 –

Poetry found me on 4/17/00, when I read one of two poems I had ever written at the Barrington (NH) School Board meeting, as part of a group assignment to read a poem each of us liked, as part of National Poetry Month. Marcy Dovholuk, the School District’s Reading Specialist had given us the assignment. After the positive reaction, I have been driven to produce 310 new poems in the last 4 years (including a spell from February to September 2003 when I didn’t write any). Thank you God for this new found gift, at 40 years old.

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Proudly Lust after our Sloth

As a law student,
I long to
Relish in sloth
Kick back, lounge
Linger when I shouldn’t
Lull the hours
Sit, opaque
Blank
Read a book,
or not


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Dreams

Slide, fall
into the realm
the inky stillness
after restless days

Wake, fitfully
Scraps of memory
or Technicolor show

Prescience sometimes
Of future conversations,
Experience yet to come

Not déjà vu exactly,
But waking foreknowledge
of meaningless drivel

Allegory, metaphor
Passion, smells
a lost smile

or disjointed drama
Different for each
Shards or chapter and verse

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Living Light

A meadow aglow
In the quiet dusk
Sitting on the porch
Drawn to the field
Mason jar in hand
Lid pierced for breath

Chasing the light
In the wet grass
Damp with dew
Captured by the spell
Of the moment

Laughing at the wonder
Cupping the luminance
Between my fingers
Feeling the cool warmth
Night vision
Insect feet on my skin

Collect a few
Where did the light go
Til they start again
Coleman mantles
In miniature
Casting shadows on the table
From the logo and seam

Open the lid
Go to bed
Empty in morning
Loaded with memory
As I close my eyes
To see the night

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Images

Photographs
Forgotten, unseen
Burst into view
Rekindling old memories
Moments of time
Places smells
moods shadows
conjured up

life through
viewfinder
no more
But musing
Still from captured ether
In emulsion

Mephistopheles the Pediatrician

Short cropped hair of black
Full beard of stubble, four days old
Gray joining the jagged black shards
Menacing, reaching for each patient
Hammer for knee or noggin,
Whichever the need

An image presented full in my mind’s eye
Sulphur from the lips, heat in the nostrils
Conjured as they all are
Wisps, pond fog
Or steam off a pot of soup

Wrapping round my head
Spoon to my flushed checks
Sagging eyes, reaching for sleep
Goatee and stubble of brown and gray
My face in the mirror too.


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.