I am cheating
on the 5-Day Poetry Challenge
merely by adding
line breaks to a sentence.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
*****
(I suggest that this piece works on a number of levels, most notably the levels of “suck” and “I am really busy today.”)
I am cheating
on the 5-Day Poetry Challenge
merely by adding
line breaks to a sentence.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
*****
(I suggest that this piece works on a number of levels, most notably the levels of “suck” and “I am really busy today.”)
I wrote this short poem 23 years ago, as a junior at Mary Washington College. It was first published by The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archives in July 2013:
http://iwvpa.net/nolaner/zz-november.php
November, Blue Ridge Mountains, 1992
November compelled us to visit the hills,
Where ignorant rock and lofty pine
Were witness to our disregard
For strangeness, temptation and time.
But memories are sticky things.
Will any mountain ever let
Me dream again? Can I now
Feel rain without regret?
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 1992
Photo credit: Dave in the Triad, via Wikimedia Commons, “Rough Ride Tunnel on the Blue Ridge Parkway,” October 2008
The poetry e-zine Dead Snakes has featured my latest poem, “Iphigenia’s Womb.”
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2014/01/eric-robert-nolan-poem.html
PUBLICATION NOTICE.
I am honored to be able to share that Dead Beats Literary Bog today kindly published my poem, “Confession.”
This is a poem that is not for everybody, due to its darker themes and sexual imagery, as well as its criticism of organized religion. It definitely drew mixed reactions from people to whom I had shown it before submission.
I still stand by the piece, however, and I am quite grateful for Dead Beats for allowing me a forum for a poem like this.
THANK YOU, DEAD BEATS!
http://www.deadbeats.eu/post/63481494199/confession-by-eric-robert-nolan