Saturday, May 27, 2006

Poem: General Boyd

Here's a poem I wrote a few years back while on a trip to a B&B in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin:

This living room is old.
A painting of the General,
square-jawed, bearded, regal,
sits atop the brick fireplace,
underscored by bronze flasks and jugs,
dull yet teeming with

Bookcases housing
only half his collection!
Yet books consume my vision.
Classics five times my age --
Hawthorne, Whitman, Dickinson, Aristophanes.
The Divine Comedy from 1908!
The scent of old books ever-present
I sit by the fire,
warmth seeping into my flesh as the flickering
flame draws my eye,
locking my gaze like
a rainbow in a sun shower.
Leather-bound Leaves in my lap, I look slowly
seeing my insignificance.
This living room is old.

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Travis Jay Morgan said...

Very well written, and I especially like how you ended the poem the same way you started it. "seeing my insignificance" - I could relate to.

Mike said...

Thank you! I very much enjoy your poetry (hence my link to your website), so I appreciate your feedback.