Monday Poems (Four Poems: to include:'Minnesota's Winter Rose')

Monday Poems

Here are four poems, by Dennis Siluk, where he ‘stitched together’ as he put it "...the inner and outer worlds..."; by what the author says, "we need only use our eyes, experience, and absorb the day..." Rosa Penaloza de Siluk



An Old Error!

This afternoon, I was thinking,
An old friend—had asked me once!—
“…you’ve never—missed an opportunity?”
And I thought hard on his
And it came to mind ‘one’
I let opportunity slip through
My fingers, once, just once!
And it took me ten-years
To fix the error!—

#1677 (2-5-2007)) written while eating at El Parquettos Café, in Lima, Peru (Miraflores)



Note: This is not a complaint in life, rather an observation, if not a confessional poem. Failure can become an image for future success, as it did for me, or it can indeed make one feel like a loser. For me it was a driving force that helped me make over a million dollars, at one time.
Error, in a collapsed career…do not reduce your expectations, simply because of errors, we all make them, a slip is only a wrong note hit on a string of a guitar (I’ve often hit a wrong string, and no one was the wiser, they never noticed)) but we do don’t we)). And now that I look back, perhaps it was good for me to have made the error, life was boring for me at that certain time and job, deadening me you could say, thus, it made a big difference in my future decision making, and I monitored myself closer.



Haiku on Life and Time

Our life amounts to time
As we wait to die, for judgment—!
In-between, adopt attitudes…

#1678 2-5-2007

The afternoon

The afternoon has come
I’m at the same ole café
The same ole pigeon
Is walking by my table
Composed—calmly
unlazyly, like a
Mule…he walks arched,
As if His muscles are
Cramped in his back…;
I ask him: ‘Can this
Noble Poet, write about you?
Endlessly walking, to and fro
Reminds me of my grandpa
(Perhaps he is one).
Perhaps he’s listening
To the cheerful music—
He never looks up, not once.

#1679 2-5-2007


Minnesota’s Winter Rose

There is frost on the Rose
Shadows sway with whistling winds,
Soundless is the snow…

#1676 2-5-2006