Helicopter blades turning,
the night, day, loud.
Cries in the shadows,
Hollering tales of war
rock a gentle mind.
Not Myself
I am not myself.
Life has molded me
into a butterfly.
Will I fly?
Could I fly?
I ask these questions
from the sky.
Digital Love
Forgive me,
I would have returned sooner
but life pulled me away,
kept me away.
It will happen again,
forgive that future as well.
50 Barn Poems – Zac Smith – Review
NOTE: Originally written in warmer weather.
It’s been a warm day. Sun’s setting. I’m sitting here typing, drinking a bottle of water, listening to “Am I a Good Man” by Them Two (1967). Man, it’s warm.
In front of me is 50 Barn Poems by Zac Smith. I finished it today. Tone wise I didn’t know what to expect before diving in. I didn’t expect humor. On the first read I didn’t much like it either. I stopped a little over half way in and waited until the next day to read the rest. Then I read it again.
“it begins and ends with a barn.”
During the initial reading I laughed once, at the end. On the second read I laughed more than once. I dare not read a third time, I’m afraid doing so would turn me into a barn.
Among the humor is a bit of the surreal, a wee bit of horror, and a bit of vulgarity throughout. In the collection is anything from a supposed troll to the insightful, a certain type of post that would be spread on boards, a copy-pasta feel.
The songs off now, for the second time, two spins for two reads. 50 Barn Poems is a quick read, one that showcases the author’s sense of humor, sense of grace, sense of style. If you like poems of the sort, I recommend it to you. It grew on me weirdly. It may grow on you too. It may have you thinking like Zac, of the in, around, below and above spaces of a barn, the infinite ways one could put pieces together to form the whole of the structure.
50 Barn Poems is available for purchase now.
Linked
You and I are linked.
We are linked, you and I.
Wherever I go, you go.
Whatever I do, so do you.
You and I are linked.
Whatever I eat, you eat.
Whatever I like, you like.
You and I are linked.
However I live, you live.
When I die, so will you.
You and I are linked.
Sick Bed
In a sick bed
which should not be that
we think of all that we have done,
all that we have loved,
all that we have lost.
Then we pass on.
Future Happiness Awaits
Let us be the happiness wanted.
No spite to think of.
We carry our own dreams.
We can surpass expectations.
The future is bright, it can be.
In the present we must guarantee.
Love for the Cat
She loved her cat so much that she forgot him.
If he were feline life would be divine.
Though he would make her suffer for neglect,
then watch her try to make it up to him.
He always hated the cat.
The cat had it so well, still does.
The cat had something real with her,
something he wanted,
unconditional love.
Sleep on This, That?
Can’t sleep?
Roaming thoughts?
A bedside notebook is a bad idea.
You’ll be writing all night.
You’ll be like me.
I wrote this one at night,
at morning (?)
I dare not check the time.
A tired mind produces dreamlike thoughts.
You should get some sleep instead.
Cannot Judge the Corner
I cannot judge that corner man.
I do not know what led him there.
I cannot judge that corner woman.
I do not know what led her there.
We see only the present.
A past surmise
is not evidence.
Trust
What can you trust? Who?
You can only trust your eyes.
No.
You can only trust your ears.
No.
You can only trust your parents.
No.
You can only trust your mind.
No.
You can only trust your soul.
No.
You can only trust your heart.
No.
You can only trust your lover.
No.
What can you trust? Who?
Multitasking
Watching and reading,
watching and writing,
daydreaming through life.
The phone and a game,
the phone and you,
daydreaming through life.
Busy, split both ways,
adequate attention
not actually given.
