Poem: Anew

In this New Year,
What have WE to fear?
I ask God with a tear,
what danger there, afar, grows near?

I feel a…
Sharpness in the rise of my shanks in that of my old worn crooked shoes
though I am blessed with shiny steps into that new unprecedented land
on the rocky shores of this hobbled nation
you might question my relation,
and this, my creation
to it and other matters, small or grand,
as WE stand in lapping waters
with our timid sons and daughters.
Yet, we go forth,
listening, waiting for word from the North.

Our giant footsteps sink into the trillion grains of sand,
which proves my unparalleled walk at new heights
and the pronounced pains in my stilts during this hike
along a treacherous Capitol path
with an abrupt thought of a rich, and political blood bath,
which signifies no long rest for neither you nor me
I’m left with the wish of something more to like

The spectacle of streaking white dots mar the night
the dark canvas ruined by sparkling light
the bespectacled muse begging for a fight
between violence and peace we must now choose
this awkward journey we cannot lose,
If in vain, there is nothing to gain,
Our way by the pains in our feet
or, even by the rabid fake news
bah, forget it, we know it all to be a ruse.
Yet, we long for truth
from Father’s tongue
as of yet, unsung,
before this old age conquer our youth.

I pause to wonder or wander in the light of lunacy
the Moon’s fragrant delirious rays
of astronomical proportions
Absent within our days
of vile contortions
of those men and women bending over backward
or, is it forward?
of invitations believed to be untoward
when the divide of black and white
Our sense further frays.

Like the robe I pull tighter
in this chill, it grows
My breath, it shows
as the yell forms within my happy grin.
The blisters on my toes
tells me the distance I have come
by the sound of bugle and drum
of my journey’s end it knows
I have heard the sound
this hum
this end I have found
and freedom.

Truest, and sweetest freedom.

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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