I dreamt I stood upon a ledge
and pondered what was past the edge.
I looked out into misty haze;
saw a future twisted maze.
I stepped back safely to the past
and hoped the comfort there would last.5/26/02010
The first mile we walk,
it's easy to talk.
The breathing's still easy to time.
After the second,
I notice home's beckoned.
But we still push ahead.
Three miles done,
it feels like we've won.
But still there are miles to go.
With four miles down,
we've passed through the town.
I think I can still make this rhyme.
After mile five,
we're still quite alive,
though I start fantasizing of bed.
I find the sixth mile
feels like a trial.
When it will end, I don't know.
With the seventh mile past,
we see home at long last!
And isn't it just about time?5/11/02010
This poem was composed after my darling wife and I went for a seven-mile walk. I like the complexity of the rhyme scheme here. Each stanza is AAB and the last lines of the stanzas are ABCABCA. I'm not really happy with the last line of the first stanza, but such is life.
It's not a myth:
I am full of hunger
and my thirst is raging.
Nothing to do with
carhops getting younger
or vampires never aging.4/30/02010
The last remaining carhop restaurant in New Hampshire happens to be The Fabulous Fifties, right here in Newport. We went there for dinner and ordered from Autumn, one of the carhops there. We know her because she used to date one of Beth's coworkers. She seemed years younger than she had seemed when last we saw her. That was part of the inspiration for this poem. Another part was Beth's fascination with the question of whether Bella would be wiser to go with Edward, becoming a vampire and gaining eternal "life", or to go with Jacob and get access to a bazillion abs, without risking her eternal soul. I believe I actually composed this between placing our order and getting it delivered. Hence the hunger and raging thirst.