Patron

I now have one regular patron who sends a monthly contribution to keep this poet alive. Yes, per usual, I'm a poor poet...and for some reason I'm a poor poet in its many meanings...but someone like my patron loves my work. If you become a sustaining patron I can guarantee you'll see writing from me on a regular basis. I do edit my work...like mad. But I don't always hit it out of the park. At least my patrons have a chance to select from all my work...and they become the editors rather than the small-minded who often edit magazines and journals. Poet James Wright,one of his last books, held by two editors for the longest time that his wife Anne took to another publisher who snapped it up and it became a huge success. Now I don't have people like Robert Bly, Don Hall, or their equals I can send my poems to for a review before I put them on the internet or send to any publisher. I believe in opening up my "horde" for the world to critique or love. And it's expensive to send out my work, getting only rejection, so it's money I don't have for food, or the electric bill. Please send what you can via my email: rikwrybac@yahoo.com via Paypal. I thank those who support me one way or another.

THANK YOU!

Thank you to those who have contributed via Paypal to support my writing. My account at Paypal is the same as my email: rikwrybac(at)yahoo.com

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Friday, January 27, 2012

The Echelons

As I get older I see the dreams
that soared through clouds of mind
the daily hopes
turn into a lemon's tart
that no amount of mental sugar
can sweeten
These moments aren't bitter
just soured at the edges

I see no chance to celebrate
with my own days of dance
My freedom to look up
and sense the sun of my life
has been submerged in the dark
of another's closing door
While I continue to be
the light along that edge of darkness
I dim into a visual whisper

These bandages of buffoonery
surround me in a binding
that is no longer loose
over old wounds and sores
the smiles and jokes that hide
the sour and sorrow
It is as if I see a hierarchy
of self-inflicted pain
the echelons of failure


Copyright © 2012 by Barry G. Wick
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