Poetry — August 25, 2011 13:21 — 0 Comments

Greeting – Bert L. Wanderas

Here I am again
delivered by less
than a whisper, a trail
to the river that has always been
a trail to the river.

I drink and the water
rains into my coat.
I wander among towers
and moonlight
inscribes my coat
with ancient code.
I am no more a part
of this machine birthing itself
into oblivion
than the god who offered
everything, theoretically.
My coat consumes me
and disintegrates.
What is left walks
through an arcade of oak
the wind takes apart.

Bio:

Bert L. Wanderas is a construction worker from Michigan. He has been writing poetry for 25 years but has never before been published. He lives with his wife and dog and prefers building three-story homes than anything else. He first was introduced to poetry by his fifth grade teacher, with whom he is still in contact.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney

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