It has been a very cruel season for many of my loved ones who have lost parents to the ultimate equalizer: death. There is much mourning these dark winter days. My heartfelt condolences to all those who have lost someone dear these first few weeks of 2014.
I know I have set myself a tough row to hoe when I indulge in poetry while continuing my less than artistic efforts as a civil servant. I am no Melville. Though the romantic notion that my work will be discovered for the brilliance that it is after I am long gone once captured my imagination. Yet now, to me, it is a vain and shallow pursuit. My work is my work. I do it as I go mad, not to stave off madness, for madness is in us all and we are on our way there to one degree or another. And as Shakespeare so aptly put it "Madness in great ones must not unwatched go..." but madness in the mediocre is common place. Cliche almost. That being said I put up a work in progress. Seldom do we get to see the poets process. This is a very raw free write. Thank you for your time and patience.