The title seems appropriate for the day and for the post, my most recent poem. When some of my friends introduce a poem saying, “This is my last poem,” I hope they’re wrong because some of my friends approaching the microphone at Robbie’s downtown on a third Wednesday of the month fill me with consistent great expectation, not only for the poems them are about to read, but for the poems they will read next month at “the gathering.” I would be more than a little concerned if a respected poet were about to read his/her last poem, perhaps preceding the news of a pending relocation to to St. Louis or that the poet will soon take a walk into Lake Springfield beyond the point at which his/her hat floats. For other poets who say, “I’m going to read my last poem,” there is a sense of comfort and faith in the future of third Wednesdays as I, for a brief moment, believe they are telling the truth.
Here is my most recent poem. I hope you like it.
Poems for Nobody Else
by Job Conger
Not every rhyme or line of blank
verse reaches ears attentive and
not all the haiku and sweet sonnets
touch the page with scribing hands.
Still, those revealed so stark and plainly
stand a chance to live through years
as ripples from the splash: creative
crucible of joys and tears.
Though never seen or heard, some
poems live as others never will,
comforting their authors seeking
solace in the dark until
the new dawn comes and banishes
the woes that plague the anxious soul,
writ’ only by the heart and savored
only by the heart made whole.
written 4:55 pm, Wednesday, March 16,2011
I’m committing more time to poetry in the month ahead, determined to write more of it and share new poetry on third Wednesdays at Robbie’s. For every new poem I write, I will share two previously written poems. And unless I’ve been engaged to share poetry or aviation out of Springfield, I shall attend the readings on third Wednesdays with at least one new poem in my pocket. I hope you will too.