Poetry
Poetry
#NaPoWriMo 6: Digital Diabetes
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Thu, 04/07/2016 - 06:26She had developed a case of digital diabetes;
too many sweets online
and not enough meet, not enough substance.
Sure, there a little spice in her diet
the occasional political disagreement,
but she had already unfriended
most of the people who disagreed with her
except for those relatives she couldn’t unfriend
and had to just ignore.
Her digital footprint was virtually indistinguishable,
for any twenty first century teen popstar,
like the characters in sitcom
about teenage life
aimed at preteens
or in the carefully constructed
personae
of teen aged music idols.
It was hard to differentiate between her
and everyone else
like her
who was suffering
from digital diabetes.
#NaPoWriMo 5: Ananias restoring the Sight of St. Paul
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 04/05/2016 - 19:58What was it like when Saul set out for Damascus?
Did the Christians there talk anxiously amongst themselves,
“What will help to us?”
Did the zealot proudly proclaim,
“Let me be first, bound, carried to Jerusalem
to tortured, die, and gain the martyr’s crown?”
Did the mystic quietly predict
“God’s purpose will be achieved in an unexpected way?”
And when The Lord spoke to Ananias,
what was his reaction,
his first thoughts, his fears?
What went through his mind
as he entered the house
looking for Saul?
Now, in a twenty-first century home,
what does The Lord ask of us
that seems equally unexpected?
#NaPoWriMo 4: The China Tea Cup
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 04/04/2016 - 19:45The precious china tea cup
sits in the rarefied air
of the glassed in display case.
It’s intricate patterns,
too complicated to comprehend,
helps hide
the imperfections
from all but the most astute
observer.
#NaPoWriMo 3: April Snow
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 04/04/2016 - 07:15One moment
it’s a white out;
the wind is howling,
no visibility,
and the next;
the sun is shining,
illuminating
thick heavy snow
clinging to trees
and weighing down
daffodils.
Road Poem 1
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sun, 04/03/2016 - 08:35I’ve got another hour and a half on the road
and I’m looking for a poem
in the grey branches
beside the interstate
and the women
putting on their make up
as they drive
or the old men
drinking their coffee and smoking cigarettes
as they head off
to the same old job.
I’ve got another hour and a half on the road
and I’m looking for a poem
as I see a young mother
shouting over her shoulder
at her kids
to settle down
as she drives past
the twisted metal
that was once part
of a car.
I’ve got another hour and a half on the road
and I’m looking for a poem
as I see the remains of an old barn
with a for sale sign
that must have been part of a farm
before the interstate came through
and a man in a van
talking on his cellphone
passes
with a license plate
that reads Zone Five
like he’s driving out of a bad
cyberpunk novel.
The GPS tells me
“In a quarter mile keep left to stay on I-91 North”
and when I arrive, what will I have?
