Rich's Poetry Blog

I wrote the following poem for my wife.  I was at a funeral - perhaps not the most appropriate place to write poetry - but emotions flowed to me at the time, so I wrote.  I think we often personalize things that happen around us in ways beyond the immediate.  In this case, the loss of a friend made me think of the death of my wife and what I would want to express to her.  In doing so, I used titles of songs we "shared" throughout the poem (kind of like a secret code within the poem).  I know this is an imperfect representation of a whole relationship, but I try to express even that inability to say everything. I hope you enjoy.  I love you Angie!  Unspeakable I guess to start, I'd like to say "I love you so, in every way." I know it can't quite represent the things we've shared, the time we've spent. I love the way you look at me with angel eyes like heaven's seas, your song of life so sweet and pure -  when loud a...

Here is a poem I wrote off the cuff yesterday morning.  It's completely silly, but represented my time trying to figure out where all the socks went.  We've been collecting strays for a while, and with everyone else out of the house, absolutely all of the laundry is done.  So without further ado: Sock Monster. Sock Monster Sock Monster, Sock Monster!  Oh where dost thou dwell? Inside the dryer or beneath the stairwell? And what is so tasty in my family's socks that makes them delicious, like bagels with lox? And why is it socks and not shirts or a hat? (Oh - please eat the clothing that makes me look fat!) But No! You refuse to be helpful and nice. You only sneak socks, but not just once or twice. Clothes are all clean - unmatched socks, I've a dozen -  Could they all be from guests? From friends? From cousins?! Alas, I think not. It is YOU, sneaky beast. Eating and gorging with no pause, no surcease. One day, should ...