There are outstanding
poets all over the country and here I will be displaying some of their poetry. The current selections were both written
by a talented poet from Maine, Jay C. Davis. A short biography, as well as a link to his publisher's website, follow
the poems. Enjoy! Siggy
THE NEWS, THE PROMISE
This is the news I never
want to share with you, son.
That you will suffer,
that you’ll lose many things
and way beyond what
you perceive to be your level
of tolerance; and you won’t break,
though no difference would obtain,
with that kind of breakage
being its own form of loss.
And you’ll lie to someone you love
and suffer another’s dishonesty, too
and more than once, likely.
Suffer fools and blows and
your own boneheaded mistakes.
Maybe it’s not lying if I don’t say all this.
Maybe someday you’ll
My daughter asks me about heaven
these days. How old are you in heaven,
and what color hair? Is it gray, or do you get
the brown back? And what I want
to tell her,
but don’t, is that all I know
of heaven if we get
to live there
is there is desire there
and need and want and not having,
because without these we’re not really
alive any more. And given a choice
I’ll keep my gray
hair in heaven.
A strange and perfect reflexivity of fear…
I turn my face from the mirror, bleeding
from a minor shaving mishap
my young daughter who
in her revulsion
and fear walks out
the door and
into the road.