If Only To Work

 

If only to work

Was as easily

As to sit me here

In front like so

 

Aye right now

With my head a'swimming

And in the flow

Of the pretty books

So often looked down upon

I wouldst dearly love

 

But this is not my yet

That before me lies

I am still

Bound to the common

And everyday

 

The everyso

Though not so full

And truly towards

The best of that

That I have had

In some respects

 

But still as not

In my kingdom realm

Where words they are

Beacons of light

And weapons of might

 

For that to be

I must ever slog me forth

More powerably

Than have I done

So far so far

 

Yet no matter how

Of long the length

Of wished for years

I will stand me there

One day one day

 

If only to work

Was as easily

But even then

When the day is reached

T'will not be so

As it will be

Just the beginning

Of a long hard road

But still and all

A welcome journey start

 

Charles Petrie

 

That is damn good and good. I don't know if you the reader, or is that alleged reader, think words like this cheapen my good poems, but since you're not here to tell me otherwise, I will from time to time speak me forth.

I like this poem alot. And yes, I know that powerably is not a word...outside of this very poem, but poetic/creative licence allows me to make it up...so there. ;-p. It fits okay? Not that I need your blessing to use it, or would change it even if you begged me to. It's there and it will stay there.

But I got off the track there when I meant to talk about liking the poem. I like this poem alot. LOL. That's it, that's all I have to say about it. I'm not much of one for dissecting my work, I'll leave that up to others...future others, maybe scholars from years or decades after my death who'll find the work of an unknown...gah, hopefully not an unknown. Damn, I plan not on being unknown, but known, if only to a relatively few who just dig my work. Hey, I can dream.

Better yet, I can do. And will! But as much as I would like to keep tapping out the goodly words here today and from where I sit, they are damn goodly, I have to go. Grr, work beckons.

See you...In April...I think. I have to move and I haven't found a place yet. Yeah, yeah, this is more than dragging my glutes, this is near headlong towards disaster. Not good. But, by the by, I will pass here again. I just don't know when. Take care in the interim.