Saturday, May 27, 2023

New poem: "Benny's Phone Call"

 

Benny’s Phone Call

 

Benny died, and Karen, one of his twelve

children, did not get a chance to have the talk

she had been putting off, and now she felt

guilty and unresolved. Then she got a phone

call in the middle of the night one year after

Benny’s funeral, and to her astonishment,

it was her father. They talked about her guilt,

her drinking, and the problems with her mother,

and he told her that he loved her and not to

worry because everything would be all right,

and he said goodnight. Karen hung the phone

up and sat down on a kitchen chair, not knowing

if she was dreaming or awake; then one of her

children walked into the kitchen, and she

said, “Mommy, I can’t sleep.”

 

In memory of a good friend.

Composed in Nipigon, Ontario,

Date unknown

Saturday, May 20, 2023

New poem: "The Calling"

 

 

The Calling

 

The calling came in high school

with Maugham’s novel The Razor’s

Edge, an immortal wound that

afflicted me for life with a longing

to find my lost soul, and I sojourned

to Annecy, France to look for myself;

but I was nowhere to be found. At

university I studied philosophy, and

serendipity introduced me to Ouspensky’s

book In Search of the Miraculous; and

it awakened me to the secret way of life

that led me through the fourth corner

of the abyss where I found my lost

soul, and I returned it to the Great

Ocean of Love and Mercy where all

new souls come from.

 

 

Inspired by the Audrey Hepburn movie

The Nun’s Story, based on Kathryn Hulme’s

novel, a student of Gurdjieff’s teaching.

Monday, May 15, 2023, Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Ontario

Saturday, May 13, 2023

My forever poem: "A Simple Declaration"

 

My forever poem for Penny Lynn,

on the occasion of her birthday

Saturday, May 13, 2023

 

A Simple Declaration

 

Words are not enough

to express all my love for you;

and if they are, I don’t have them

to say what you mean to me. Of

course, there are always roses.

Yellow are my favorite, but red

say love much better. And there

are birthday cards with just the

right verse, if you can find it.

But best of all, with no cost but

my whole heart and soul, is a hug,

a kiss, and a simple declaration:

I love you, Penny Lynn.

 

Orest Stocco

31 Stocco Circle, Tiny Beaches

Georgian Bay, Ontario

Saturday, May 6, 2023

An Old poem: "Grinding Axes with My Muse"

 

Grinding Axes with My Muse

 

Whenever I have an axe to grind

I call upon my Muse, and together

we work it out in words. I hold my axe

to the grindstone, and my Muse turns

the wheel; and the more we grind my axe,

the better I feel. But when my axe becomes

so sharp that it cuts like a razor, my Muse

takes my axe away from me and cuts

my heart in two, and I spill my blood

for the world to drink. I watch my heart’s

blood flows into my every word, but I

no longer feel the pain because my Muse

has severed my head from my heart. My

head is as light as air, and my thoughts

are no longer mine; but every word pours

out my life because my Muse has initiated

me once again into the cult of the poet’s art,

and I bleed to my heart’s desire.

 

Composed in Nipigon, Ontario

Date unknown.