Updates

Patterson Gap is a place designation in North Georgia, USA. It was located at the end of the hollow (or holler) that contained my grandfather's farm. At the place where the mountains/hills converged was the gap where the mountains/hills could be most easily crossed.

This is my blog site to document all my poems. I am adding them in (mostly) chronological order.

Besides the six I've added today, I've also added more labels to better organize the poems as well as continuing with alphabetical labels.

Sacred Groves

The sacred groves

were there a day

after the machinery

stripped the forest away

I walked a last time

through the arch like branches

of trees

cathedral intended

by God for me

I wonder now

where sacred groves

might remain

as development

doesn’t sanctify

like ancient ways

At the ballpark

 At the plate

stands the batter

swings the bat

Crack, the answer

But only foul

the ball rolls

up to the bat boy

near the base coach

At the rail

stands the four

all of them yell

for the treasure

Dreams led them on

There were campfires,

Gyres of blaze,

when men would speak

their great deeds

Of the hunt

that day

the story

would stray.

In gesticulating

arm waving

whooping spurts

of life-stuff

The hunter-king

armed his men

with vision.

Were they not kin

to him?

Early Evening

Enlarged belly

exacts its toll

wealth brings girth

as a tax on the soul

the price of a pound

of your best ground

My health I wonder

is it worth the cost

of wealth lost

and time not squandered

The price of a bottle please

of your best disease

Yeats beach

Yeats sweetened

death

as love

becomes the worm

Was never

to my mind

the thoughts

I deserved

Yet sweet death

has come now

into my thoughts

time to time

And love

has taken

a more

circuitous climb

There it is again

There it is again

just a whiff of gas

natural that is

makes a person wary

Why couldn’t it be

a good stiff jolt

then you’d know

the furnace’s out again

Or there’s a leak

in the line

behind the stove

anything but a whiff

There it is again

just a strange catch

in the left breast