I don’t have the typical poet pedigree, as I earned my degree in computer science back in 1989, graduating Summa Cum Laude one week before giving birth to my son. So I guess that makes me a geeky mom, in every sense of the word. I enjoy switching between the left and right halves of my brain. My love of poetry was re-ignited in 2006 when a dear friend gave me Ten Poems to Change Your Life, a compilation by Roger Housden. And well, it really did change my life! But I must confess, sometimes my biggest challenge in writing poetry is trying not to be so damn logical, to allow myself to color outside the ones and zeroes. (redshoepoet.com)
“They called it Dead Poets Society for a reason,” he said,
as he rolled over on his side of the king size matrimonial bed,
as if to make her understand, it is poetry that actually
died. Had this in fact been true testament, I get the feeling
he was not among the mourners. He refused to inhale
the scent of white, sweet lilies upon the grave.
Could not hear the mourning song, intonation
between grief and glory. Could not be touched
by life’s fragility. Could not see ghosts dancing in the wind.
He could only utter this question, under his breath,
“Why bother wasting time writing all these poems?”
“Yes, Dear” she answered, “why bother at all.”
©2016 Shawn Aveningo