Haven’t posted much. Plan on doing more. Haven’t had much to write about since most of my energy has been devoted to my professional writing. Here is a short poem I wrote after spending time reading William Blake. The idea was to get a similar childish musical rhythm like his Songs of Innocence. As with most of my poems, it was written while trying to fall asleep after the ambien wouldn’t kick in.

“There is a wall upon a hill”

There is a wall upon a hill,
With roses, lilacs and daffodil,
Greens seas of grass surround about
This aged granite and stone redoubt.

Upon the wall, first cracks appeared
As rains and snow and ice so sheared
The mason’s work of ages past,
Now faded green with moss at last.

From rock to wall, to pebbled dust,
Time’s hand upon a dagger thrust
Souls of men each come around
To feed the roses, worms, and ground.