Poets & Poems (by D. L. Siluk)) Part XV) ''Are the Dead, Dead?" two poems and one Sonnet

Poets & Poems
Globetrotter Poet
(By Dennis L. Siluk)) Part XV))
(Reviews, Commentaries, Short Stories and Poems)
[10-22-2006]



Sonnet for Old Age


I will be deep, buried below the ground
Asleep, a ghoul in a shadowy grave
Like you, beside your table turning gray!
Oh mother, your eyes never did regret;
Ah, yes, me, me! We may be happy yet,
Travel afar, but not yet, to-day.

When you grew old, you’d often say:
“You’ll get old like me, some far-off day!”
(I feel like this, this very evening).
When I was young, to my son I’d say,
“Cody: with your busy mind, keep forefront,
Now listen to me…” he called “…dad!”
He’ll be held long in remembering.

#1527 21/10/2006





The Bird-gods

Before the making of man
The Bird-gods rule the lands:
Ere, love and war took place then!
The Hawks and the Eagles raced:
Clawful, fluttered, muttered:
They cast (somehow) to each other:
An evil magical spell, then—
Embracing they fell.

Then man appeared and found fire,
But somehow, it was wiped clean:
The memory of the Bird-gods,
From mans brain.

#1528 21/10/2006

Are the Dead,Dead?

Are not the dead, dead?
It is not strange to reach me
I am at present, reaching out of the dark
To see you (or out of the light)
To see you—
Look around—
Fear not
I am dead.
But I wrote this for you
T’is true—the world
Is mad—
Go on—
You will join me soon.


Note: This poem was found after ten years, sitting in the back of one of my old books, thought I’d bring it to life. 8/1996 (#1529); at this time, the time I wrote this, I was very ill, not knowing if my system (body) was ever going to recover from a number of atrophies. But it did somewhat.