[Sorry about the format. Have to stay as is for now.]
April was the cruelest NaPoMo ever here in Massachusetts for some obvious reasons, some personal ones. But poetry always adds some bright spots to my life. So I’m just going with two poems, kinda Best of Times/Worst of times instead of an entry. The first is here; the second is published in a special Boston Marathon 2013 tribute issue of my online journal of city narrativesU.M.Ph.! Prose. God Bless Us, Everyone!
A Love Song for Moby
I’ve tried so hard to share the ambiance,
revealing why your tail’s transfixed so long.
It’s lulled me, like a babe, into a trance,
and I alone must sing the white whale’s song.
I want to lure you too up from the deep
- so you can write a line or two for me!
And dreaming of your tale (when I need sleep),
I write pelagic tableaux that I see.
I’ve read your book four decades in the past
and never felt a need to log critique.
But now I must synopsize what I grasp
- my memory is growing so oblique.
Land’s sake, I’ll have to finish all alone, for
yellowed pages don’t list your hydraphone.
[April 23: My annual Shakespearean sonnet]