The Valley
By Lew Jones
In the valley of sickness
Small- Pox blankets
Free range attrition
Trees again pink white
Where kinder play light
Nation call to arms
Yell to harm
Lands of holy dust
Await condemnation
School yard bullies
Knife sharp pages
Book reinvents the ages
Fairy tale appendages
Strewn heckler shelter
Cajoled ballyhooed reviled
Monied belied moments
Dredged black thick oil
Conditional love famille
Patriarch cast ovaries
Flowers undress to the mushroom law
Lost expiated - beauty’s cenotaph calls
Lew Jones:
Poetry is a way to use my fragmented foray of images as a narrative of some use. I am a painter and now realize that much of my poetry is like painting with images echoing words and sounds. Growing old I realize that all my new thoughts are connected to my early thoughts. Academia was a long haul good and bad. I am disorganized so College gave me structure to tie my ideas together with constructs of legitimate poesy. I am currently trying new ways of writing after releasing three books in 2022. Originality as a goal beats group acceptance for me.