D.A.C.: In Memoriam
by Steve Henigson
We were together joined
So early in that spring,
And we sought out our half:
A quiet place beside
A shady courtyard, there
Slate-paved, with gingko trees.
But when the leaves all fell
She went her separate way,
And I went mine.
Then two years further on,
As if by miracle,
She sought out me, and we
Were for a moment joined:
Much more than friends, and yet
A little less than love.
And in a little while
She went her separate way,
And I went mine
And 60 years sped by.
In curiosity
I sought out the old place
And found our half long gone.
And on the merest whim
I sought out her, but learned
I was just days too late:
She had forever gone
Her separate way.
A Poet Dies A’Borning
or why I write doggerel
by Steve Henigson
I could write about wet spring,
But Cummings did it better.
I could write about hot love,
But Marvell did it better.
I could write about cold death,
But Whitman did it better.
I could write a sonnet: fine,
But William did it better.
I could write a funny line,
But Ogden did it better.
I could write about our time,
But Dylan did it better.
I would be a poet prince,
But I’ve been beaten to it.
Nothing’s left for me to write
Except, perhaps, “Ah, screw it!”
A Problem
by Steve Henigson
I had a didgeridoo, but it didn’t.
It was made out of wood, but it wouldn’t.
So I travelled to Oz
Just to find out the cause,
And was told it was cold, so it couldn’t.
Clever, all three!
Enjoyed the all three but they seem to me to all be what you might call melancholy.
A happy melancholy and certainly enjoyable.
Congratulations to Steve.
Loved “A Poet Dies A’Borning”!
Well done, sir!
Another one of your many gifts and talents, Steve! I love the first poem the most – and these lines:
Much more than friends, and yet
A little less than love