Grave Poem of Sp0on Island: Jonas Bateman
(1990)
Inspired by the book "Spoon River Anthology" by Edgar Lee Masters. These poems have been crafted by me under the title "Grave Poems of Spoon Island".
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing