Saturday, September 20, 2014

Two Poems

I wrote the following poem a few weeks ago now, but lest anyone be concerned, it does not reflect my current feelings. It was me on my commute harking back to a much earlier time in my life. I imagine most people go through phases like this. They just don’t write about them.


I see a pinprick of sun,
red on clouds to the east.
All else is gray.
My empty heart.

I am a wave passing through.
Leaving a moment’s ripple,
that soon dies away.
No trail behind me where I went.
No path ahead where I go.

The world is a hollow place
and I have left no mark.


Even when I’m feeling good I don’t tend to write upbeat poetry. I guess I’m just a moody SOB. But in an effort to be more positive, I have constructed the following ditty. I do hope you enjoy.


Saw a little bird hop hopping all around
Eating the seed I’d spread on the ground

He hopped to the left and hopped to the right
He hopped all day; it was quite a sight

You could see his hopping was all for fun
As he bopped around in the glorious sun

The day passed sweetly and evening fell
Then came cat, without his bell



Lisa said...

you are a wonderful poet, I love both poems, like reading from two different people that was how good they were

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

Charles, I liked both your poems and though I don't usually enjoy poems that rhyme, I liked your second poem because of the visual aspect. If a little bird's around, a cat can't be far off.

pattinase (abbott) said...

I no very few poets that write upbeat poetry. How could you in the world we inhabit.

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Bernard Lee DeLeo said...

Two distinct enjoyable styles.

Charles Gramlich said...

Lisa, thankee. I was in very different moods in the writing of the two

Prashant, I almost never write rhyming poems but I think it works for those supposed to be humorous.

Patti, very true. very true.

Bernard, thankee, man

the walking man said...

The 2nd one is pure Gramlich with the unseen for twist in the road. The first *shrug* what better fate than to leave no footprints or signs of having this way come while not having a clear path to the place before you. why leave a trail, others may follow.

Oscar said...

I like the second with a touch of noir.

Charles Gramlich said...

Mark, I hadn't really thought of it that way. You may well be correct.

Oscar, lol. Thanks.

Cloudia said...

You are entitled to introspection and ditties too! Enjoyed both, Charles

ALOHA from Honolulu
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Vesper said...

Love them both, Charles!
I don't know why, but poetry always has a certain sadness even when it seems to be upbeat... :-)

Charles Gramlich said...

Cloudia, thankee.

Vesper, I do believe you're right. like the evening Golden hour for me. Always beautiful but a little melancholy.

Erik Donald France said...

Excellent poems. The first one feels akin to Buddhism or . . . Razored Zen . . . the same logic applies to all of humanity, the Earth, the stars -- everything.

And as they say, early bird gets the cat . . .

Charles Gramlich said...

Erik, nihilistic is the phrase I think of in relation to the first poem. The second one is just a goof of course, but fun.

Riot Kitty said...

Oh snap! On that last one. Very amusing, though.

Happy poets don't exist, methinks. Even the ones who wrote "funny" poems were rather cryptic. Take Ogden Nash.

David Cranmer said...

Enjoyed "The Empty" especially the closing line. Sharp, Charles.

Charles Gramlich said...

Riot kitty, poetry by its nature seems a melancholy practice.

David, thanks, man.

Brian Miller said...

haha...good on the cat...smiles...slipping the bell...birdie better watch it...ha...

i tend to roll moody these days as well..

Charles Gramlich said...

Brian, maybe it's the change of seasons doing it.

Rachel V. Olivier said...

I grok. Plus, that second one is funny! I think you should put it to music and add a chorus.