Poems
by Richard
LeDue
Something So Unknown
Some say an ancient flood drowned
a civilization that was more
than hunters counting stones in a cave,
and some call it “Atlantis,”
since they like knowing the name
of something so unknown,
while others believe in our downfall
and rebirth being a cycle,
imperfect as an asteroid is round.
The old land masses now underwater
waiting for their chance to rise again
like sleeping giants we were taught
could never be real, and our history
just a chapter instead of an entire book,
leaving a poem like this poor proof,
but the best I can do,
and Bimini Road another wrong turn
for reasons that depend on who you ask.
Grapes
Days as plentiful as grapes,
but some know to eat them
before they sour,
or make a wine in a world
of beer drinkers,
leaving an empty vine
welcoming another approaching
winter, while others go untouched
and listen to those
who stopped listening long ago
to their own hungers.
Naked and Dead
Looking at photos of a dead writers
hoping for some inspiration
but instead getting wrapped up
in morbid wonderment
at how time strips so many
and abandons them to death,
only for these authors to leave behind
bare words on a page
that some believe are ghosts,
while others see souls flipping off god,
yet none of this stops my gray hair
from wearing a baseball cap
on the warmest and brightest days.
