Poetry Blog by Dan Holtan
Writing without yawing
Since melody or drawing
Leave only an impression
Concluding a point
Beyond simply feeling
Or emotional kneeling
Gives reason to anoint
Intending to Infuse logic
Each premise is injected
To prevent the infected
From becoming chronic
Providing a lesson
With questions answered
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 7:19 pm
Back in March, when we first were accosted with the realities of Covid-19, I decided to write a poem about a person who caught this plague. It seems appropriate now, since so many people, even the President, have tested positive, to share this poem.
The title really has a double meaning. In the old days, "the Grip" was a similar disease, otherwise know as "the Grippe" or influenza. By breaking ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 6:48 pm
No need to argue that point.
Years ago I dismissed it and
I know my rationale precludes
any thoughts of revisiting it.
As an educated person any
contrary viewpoint deserves
an answer, so I’ve developed
several I use without thinking.
Honestly, my logic is defensive.
I protect my legacy like you.
I don’t want to and won’t
accept a flaw I’ve lived with....
Wednesday 30th September 2020 5:14 pm
What is it about a cloud, a raindrop?
With the sky frowning gray and cold,
casting a dim view for my mind to accept
that brighter days have past.
With this forecast, some energy is lost,
gone like the sun behind a wall of reasons.
The can'ts and won'ts sneaking-in to dampen the road,
making the journey long and lonely.
Can such power be in that small, cold drop?...
Thursday 24th September 2020 9:46 pm
I guess I am afraid less
to be judged, than
to not connect.
You won’t want to know
my logic so perceived
might also be yours.
That one thing can alert
like a pinch or sting,
brings a dread.
And it confirms a hope
hides within the pursuit,
only by reaching.
But it is easier to stop
thoughts, stop pulling pain
from wounds ripped open.
If not now, then w...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 5:36 pm
Getting slammed, hot damn, and we were doin pretty ok.
Had a view, me and you, of getting past the day to day.
Now we’re stuck, outta luck, can’t plug back in again.
The circuits are shorted, grounded, aborted, can’t guess where or when.
We will go somewhere, do something, ain’t afraid just yet
Trouble is the things we do, we did, may never ever reset.
No time to dip a toe, we go...
Friday 11th September 2020 3:55 pm
All the others
I know they are not me.
Ever since I can remember
making comparisons is a fixed game.
They all want something.
Just like me.
So many words
make simple questions confusing.
The goal becoming hard to imagine
especially being the same
shade of uniqueness.
So why try?
A deep desire
spurs my thoughts awake
to enter the drama and entic...
Monday 7th September 2020 4:28 pm
Exit Stage Life
This bothers me now.
I’m not looking forward anymore.
The past is all I have.
I just lived, moved on,
Never thought to dwell.
I need to clean up the mess.
Don’t want loose ends.
No doubt what my body is saying.
Time is such a deceitful enemy, having danced and skipped freely until squeezing my existence away.
Avoidance floods an aged min...
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:56 pm
Friends and acquaintances many,
Social opportunities galore,
Push button entertainment gives
easy selections of programs
but I’m needing more.
Creeping in like a dream,
The hunger emerges,
Feelings begging attention
amid all else transpiring
but not with a chance to ignore.
What little thing is missing?
More a throb than an itch,
Thursday 27th August 2020 4:38 pm