Saturday Soldier of Fortune: Poetry
by David Lee DambrosioPublish: Aug 03, 2018PoetryBook Overview
Before the wine chills away, travel with the Saturday Soldier to forests and gardens, along the coast of Zanzibar, and back to the plum tree. The nights can be long and blank. Like a maze of living, misgivings abound, in the solitude of night. Which way is out from seven circles?Stay with a miller’s daughter, speaking, when we should be drinking. Watch the unkindness of sunrise. Call out seven or one-eighty-two. Roads he knows, she knows. Red lights crashed high and low. Jog on.
Someone else isn’t someone else. Friday, usually such a good day, isn’t. Wasn’t it love or love is nothing after last summer’s shadows? Laughter, freedom, and an ode to virginity is refracted upon seeing an old friend. Visit the downtown city and the Christmas party with matches that light, when the incense wears away.
Wander in wonder with the Saturday Soldier, who will be with him and who will be with her, like happiness unfinished? There are always leftovers near the end and the last leaf to fall.
"Oh, the road is a distant stranger. That I travel on more in pain than danger. And the sky is a silver shadow. That hides in the night the end of my rainbow.”
Take the journey inside the heart inside the mind inside the heart. Take the words in and breathe. Poetry is like water flowing and overflowing, being what it must, to be what it is.
Poetry Collections:
Mixed Memories
Saturday Soldier of Fortune
Painter In The Mirror
Mystery Thriller Novels:
No Place In Heaven
The Wrong Dame
Wrong About Harry
