New Fall Poetry--Comments and Suggestions Welcome!

What Nature Brings
I’d rather listen to the rain
and its tales of
erosion and change

Than the rants of
screed-filed airwaves
and the partisans

I’d rather listen to the wind
and its howling currents
sending birds on the wing

Than the pontiffs
that promise safety
and deliver child’s danger

I’d rather feel the sun
and its warmth
permeating my skin

Than the streams of
falsehood trying to
permeate my mind

I look to the stars
and illumined by
a silver moon

I wait for the wisdom
that quiet brings and
the quiet mind receives

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
October 13, 2018

The Deep, Dark Woods
What lurks in the twilight,
the lengthening shadows
of the woods?

What evil presence
clutches the forest
in its tightening darkness?

What howls and calls
emit from its verdant,
yet stygian, heart?

We could observe
its mysteries—
it teems with life.

We could listen
to the language
of its citizens.

The woods could instruct,
create empathy,
soothe our ignorant fright.

No, let’s explain
in tales of fear
instead of understanding.

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
October 6, 2018

Tanka Reflection on Fall
People embrace fall
Its bowl of fruity colors
Succulent season
Sights and spice and all things nice
Signifying time of death

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
September 22, 2018

Reasons to Be Silent

Why didn’t you tell us
years ago?

Where is your proof?

Who are your witnesses?

How do you
expect us to wait?

When will you
tell us your story?

Why are you
hesitant to talk?

What do you mean
that it’s him?

How do you
expect us to believe that?

Why do you impugn
this good man?

Who are you
to accuse him?

What do you mean
we have an agenda?

Why can’t you see
we should get what we want?

Who doesn’t enjoy
a little bit of fun?

Why don’t you
shut your mouth
and enjoy it?

Gordon Stamper, Jr.
September 22, 2018