I have definitely been remiss in my posts. With the holidays, and my reentry into University my time has waned quite considerably. I do apologize for my lack of updates and posts, especially to those of you who follow regularly or subscribe via Kindle…it truly is not fair to you who are paying for monthly content and not receiving it. If you’ll stay on board a few months longer I do promise to up the post count by providing (hopefully) quality posts that’ll draw in more readers and keep the ones that have always supported me.
As a sort of symbolic gesture I give you “Resurrection.” I have never been one to enjoy poetry, but this last quarter I was required to an introductory poetry course at Eastern Washington University that really opened my eyes. I fell in love with T.S. Eliot…and hard. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” is magnificent, and after reading it you open up to the world a little bit more than you were before. Others also caught my eye and others I will always be disdainful of, but in the end I had garnished a bit of appreciation for the art which has led me to the writing of some of my own poetry.
Personally, I find my foray to be a bit shallow, but I am trying to improve. “Resurrection” is the first hopefully many shallow forays, but for the content of the preface I think it fits quite wonderfully. Read, comment, and enjoy.
His Walther PPK loosely holstered and licensed
A weathered Q Branch hidden with gadgets
to aid in his explosive endeavors;
Globetrotting to gather women–
left garbless & satisfied
they strike and parry in lust
Till the sky fell he was flat,
while he slowly declined the world became…
The women fade under forgotten title screens
And, now he is grizzled and worn.
like his chief hobby
The Double-O is Reborn