Saturday, April 13, 2013

Regret, a poem


Regret nothing —
if one thing hadn’t happened
another would have
and maybe it did.

We are all in that box
with Schrodinger’s furry feline.
Or is it hairless?
I’ve sought to amaze you

but instead I amuse you.
That’s not to regret, either,
when I count up my days
and find one missing.

I’m sure I put it
on the counter to ripen.
Must be those mice.
They’ll regret it.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

Friday, April 12, 2013

Path, a poem


We need follow a path
if we are to find
the place our own path begins.

Beyond the woods the way
is open. We will see
stars set high to guide us

and a sun that rises
above the fields we seek.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

Monday, April 01, 2013

Crossing, a poem


From the high passes, I spied
your wealth, coveted
all the golden riches
of tower-crowned cities,
dozing through the days.
The sun had sung you to sleep.

I have crossed the mountains.
What legions can you marshal
against my hunger? What
captain knows the truths
a sword writes on the heart?
The conqueror weighs his costs

like fruit in the market, buying
the ripeness of each promise.
There is no cheating such scales
when I name my ransom.
I have crossed the mountains;
I am in your fields.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

Being a poem, this may, of course, be chock-full of metaphor and speak of many sorts of conquests. Or take it at face value.


By now, most book-loving folks on line probably know that GoodReads has been bought by Amazon. And most of the book-loving folks who use GoodReads seem to be unhappy about it.

Count me among them.

However, it is too good a tool for authors for me to just pull out. And, having finally made the move to sell my books in Kindle format, I guess I’ve already sold my soul to Amazon.

It would be nice, though, if there were another good independent book site out there. There will certainly be room for one now.