Our
Bridge

I

My
love

I
think our talk bridge

Would
work so much better

If
we drew a yellow line

Down
the middle

So
we could safely cross

In
each direction

II

My
love

I
think we need a bridge

Made
of Rosetta Stones

III

My
love

I
couldn’t see your side

Until
I reached

The
middle

Of
this arched bridge

IV

My
love

Now
that I’ve crossed to you

And
look back

At
the path to my side

I
see why

You
were loathe to cross to me

V
(The Question of Commuter Love)

Is
our love

Ever
a single shared island?

Or
will it always be

Two
islands and a bridge?

VI

This
bridge is quite amazing

Having
endured the Chicago fire

Where
it was burned

Beyond
all recognition

Copyright
1998 Bill Ross

(but
not the image)

Father Figurine (Bill Ross c 1998)

Everyone needs
A father figurine
To sit at table head
From thence to rule
And newspaper read
Then to couch
To flip and smoke
Or childhood
Is incomplete

My new personal blog, for poetry and stuff

I wanted to post some of my poems and stuff, so rather than continue to publish off-topic stuff on my book website (http://bibleshockers.blogspot.com), I thought I should set up a new blog.

Here is one of my poems...

Today I Will Write Poetry © 1998 Bill Ross

Yesterday

I charged bravely

into quixotic ventures

Tomorrow I will address important demands

But today I will,

dog-like,

lick my painful

bleeding wounds

And write poetry