Bonnets Much Needed
Angel Topping Tree
Word Above Altar
It Must Be The Noodles!
Arrived in Texas!
Log House Now On The Yegua
She Drove The Buggy!
All Things End was written by Ray Spitzenberger on November 29, 2017. Marching to a Different Drummer was written on 21 December 2017.
TWO POEMS BY RAY SPITZENBERGER
ALL THINGS END
all things end
before they end
dum spiro spero
they wind down
it’s the winding down
that breaks my heart
things begin and end
it’s the in-between that smarts
especially the far end of in-between
eheu, fugaces labuntur anni
when you say goodbye to so much
it’s sad to face the truth of no more
ex nihilo nihil fit
except that the end is the beginning
in saecula saeculorum
MARCHING TO A DIFFERENT DRUMMER
“Judge not, that ye be not judged.”
“It is never too late to be what you might have been . . .”
“Every child is an artist.
The problem is
How to remain an artist once he grows up . . .”
“The music is not in the notes,
But in the silence between . . .”
Rat – – – – – – – tat-tat.
“Logic will get you from A to B.
Imagination will take you everywhere.”
“We don’t see things as they are,
We see them as we are . . . “
“Working in solitude every day
To write poetry makes me deliriously happy . . .”
Don’t ever condemn a person
For marching to a different drummer.]]>
The Old House was written by Ray Spitzenberger was written November 10, 2017.
THE OLD HOUSE
So what happens to the old house now?
Now that it’s been re-occupied by a young couple
Who love its oldness?
The one now gone used to move about the house
With such energy
That the windows would rattle.
They still rattle.
The new owners’ dog
Wouldn’t go into the living room.
“It’s OK,” the new owner’s wife said,
“She had a dog, too,
And he likes you, — so does she!”
Her dog went in and jumped on the couch.
The owner’s wife said to her husband,
And to the dog,
“This house seems warm and happy!
“I tell you, from the moment I walked in, this house smiled,
And it still smiles.”
Her husband rolled his eyes.
The dog, moving over a bit as if to share the space,
Yawned and closed his eyes.
Her husband went out, slamming the door.
“Don’t worry,” she said
To the shadow on the rocking chair.
The shadow moved away from the chair,
The new owner’s wife sat down in it