LOST INTENSITY

I finally finished  a book of poetry, Lost Intensity.  It is now available through amazon's website.  Coming up soon will be another collection of my poems entitled Even The Dregs.

 

This collection contains poems written from 1965 through 2015.  One of my favorites is:

 

 

          The Mountain and the Spider:  A Fable

          

          Nestling in the warm hard golden grass       
          of a mountain meadow,
          three people watch the sunset
          across a craggy gorge.
          Above the fiercely rushing river,
          a mountain rises sharp and pink
          in dusk's reflected splendor.
          The two young women murmur
          quietly to each other; while occasionally
          their little niece chimes in.
          Their chatter dwindles to a close
          as the mountain glows unearthly embers.
          The three of them watch,
          lost in their own thoughts,
          as the color drains away.
          The mountain's large whiteness hangs
          against a black backdrop of sky.
          Impressed by such immensity,
          one of them turns to the child and says,
          "Wouldn't it be neat
          to be on top of that mountain?
          You could see everything if you were up there."
          The child, very small anyway,
          and surrounded by so many
          single living blades of grass, says simply,
          "You couldn't see spiders."