It is already well into 2013 and I am so behind in posting something new for you, my dear readers. So here are a couple of new poems and a photograph I just took. I have begun a photographic study of this road not too far from my home.
I am doing some black and white photographs as well getting ready for our big Jefferson County Photographers Show in May when I will have to have 8 silver black and white photographs ready.
I love working with film it is so exciting. You don’t have that immediate gratification that you have with digital,this is true, however, it makes one work harder really understanding how photography works.
I will never give up the book for the box
That cold steel under my fingers
Devoid of bookish personality
Page and font, perfume of age and type
A heft and hue only to itself.
I will never give up the book for the
Kindle or some other mock marvel
in that vein – no cover art to gaze upon
with each reading of the book,
no writing in the margins, no torn page
no date due stamps on the back,
no greeting on the front, no birthday memories
in a gentle hand ” to my dear Anna.”
No special binding holding volumes
of pages to their place, just a box
of metal, for other people, not me.
I will never give up the book.
( Published in The Anthology of Appalachian Writers Bobbie Ann Mason Volume III )
POND FISHING IN WEST VIRGINIA
I fish for hours
casting where greenness,
reflections of the sky and trees,
fill my eye.
I walk the path around the pond
casting near the old log.
The wind brings perfumes of humid air
and the leafy pond.
Better than Chanel to me.
A fish jumps by the reeds.
I cast and reel, cast and reel – not one fish bites.
Not even the leaping bass.
( Published in The Anthology of Appalachian Writers Ron Rash Volume IV )