today's poem comes from 7:93.
i am on vacation this week and hopefully will get a couple of new posts up, or at least get a few poems typed up for possible future use...
no rumors lately from the great Kraft Linerboard machine. Of course, there remains a HUGE uncertainty about what IP (International Paper) plans to do with us. One of the Weyco webpages said, so matter of factly, that IP bought the containboard as well as the employees. (Gee, i thought they fought a war in the 1860's to do away with buying and selling of humans ... must not have had to do with the paper industry ....) Anyway, whenever the deal is finalized, August or there abouts we are hearing, though nothing is confirmed, we will become the property of IP. Here's to hoping they are good masters.
THE CANDLE NEVER LIT
the candle never lit
remains perfect
as the prayers rehearsed but never offered
rain off a window
that sees the mundane repeated
until it past boring
now a vigil
two arms aching
as they hold the stones of despair
bones that ultimately fail
& dreams that keep life a possibility
the candle waits
a dream
yet to be ignited
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
