This space exists like a hole in the monitor’s screen, wanting to be filled. Time was when it was a natural daily function to sit before the keyboard and record the thoughts of the day, hoping to stumble upon those that might be of interest to others out there in the digi-verse. Coming home to that position, after four years of virtual isolation from the friendly folks in the world of WordPress, is proving to be more difficult than I would have imagined.
A similar situation exists in creative writing. I had been publishing a new novel every year or so but that also ceased about four years ago. 2019 saw the first effort in reversing the trend of mental stagnation when I managed to produce a volume of free verse titled “Thought and After Thought.”
Below is a selection from that book:
Our dying planet, circling a dead sun
Left no room for nostalgia
No hope for remediation
We fled, as many as could,
Aboard vessels spawned of desperation,
Fleeing certain death for possible survival.
Seeking refuge we crossed a star strewn galaxy
And fell to earth.
How different this new world,
So green and blue and hospitable.
The inhabitants shrank back in awe
As we made our home on their mountaintops.
We, the remnants of a once proud race,
Eternity’s outcasts, entropic waste,
Cast our lot upon the cosmic sea.
Exceeding all hope for mere existence
We found not only safe haven,
We are now the new pantheon.
BY: Rick Fontes
Copyright 2019, published by LULU.com
Available at Amazon and other fine booksellers.
hi rick, i find it hard to believe you’re that evil, or that god-like. don’t you think you’re taking poetic license a bit to far?
The initial word in a sentence, given names and the personal pronoun “I” should be capitalized. The word “too” used as a superlative has two “o’s”. Poetry, in any form, is seldom a theological discussion. And with all due respect, your comments are tedious.
Hello, neighbor. I just got back onto my site as well. Seems like we may both be in a Renaissance of sorts. My hip is healing, and after going back to school (which necessitated going back onto my anti inflammatory meds for a little while), I think I’ve hit a groove with getting back IN the groove so to speak. I weep for your back woods. I am hopeful that it’s not as distressing as it looks.
In other news, I just read the above comment and your reply to Tony. As former English teachers but life-long writers, we appreciate your schooling of texting language. He has asked me to copy it an e-mail it too him. Write on, dude.