About Poems
by Gary Hardaway
Why I like so many is a mystery.
They often leave me dulled
and wanting back my time.
Then I'm back in Santarem
where rivers blue and brown converge
in dazzling dialectic
and I hear the mermaids singing
and a weeping by the waters of Leman
in the silence between two waves of the sea
then hear the horse
give harness bells a shake
and feel the drifting downy flake,
as I behold nothing
that is not there
and the nothing that is
and stub out my cigarette
in the saucer-souvenir
in an English rented room
and solve the mystery
in places I have been
never having been.
Nice poem, Gary. It's a question I often ask myself.*
I don't begrudge my time on this one (as in "wanting back my time") *
Good steal.
Thanks, John, for the reading and kind words.
Beate, thank you for your time and words here. I am grateful.
Thanks, Joani.
Love this:
"as I behold nothing
that is not there
and the nothing that is"
Another good'n.
The references are given new life. Especially like the Bishop connection here. Good poem, Gary.
Thanks, Sally. I appreciate your reading and commenting on this piece.
Thank you very much, Sam.
Time worthy. *
Thank you, J. Mykell.
Bishop, Eliot, Frost, Stevens, Larkin--quite a pedigree! I like that "mystery" frames this poem.
I only steal from the best, Bill.
Love this even more now than the first few times I read it. *
Thank you, Penny. I'm very pleased you enjoy this.