Thursday, May 16, 2024

Sometimes True

 I see one sparkle of dew on the grass

to greet me.  Some say a sign of rain

when no dew shows in the morning.

Yesterday, I was greeted by my trash

scattered in my yard, bags ripped

by a bear who turned my garbage can

over.  What is the adage for that?

A roaming bear visits to leave its 

roaming spirit.  Beware?

An adage is reverse language 

engineering, not necessarily 

created from conclusive facts

but enough similar occurrences

to generate some logic to fit 

a pithy saying to sounding as 

if spoken by one with authority 

the empty echo not recognized.

The single blade of grass still 

holds the dew drop.  There is

no garbage in the yard

though I can’t deny the echo

of a growl I think is mine.


-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com


Saturday, May 4, 2024

The Only One

There are many things I would have

preferred differently.  A lifelong marriage,

happy endings to stories that could not

end happily.  A body not given over to decay,

no threats of loss of memory, a better ability

to feel and speak and listen and hear.

A more savvy provider.  A better father, writer,

friend, hunter, fisherman . . . the list is not one

I care to write down.  One more – one who

understood love better.  That the first and 

last item on the list.  May be the only one

that matters.


-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com 

Sometimes True

  I see one sparkle of dew on the grass to greet me.  Some say a sign of rain when no dew shows in the morning. Yesterday, I was greeted by ...