Snow falls driven by bitter wind, shaking bare trees and green evergreens. Earth slumbers beneath a white blanket. The sky gray with cloud.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Cool autumn wind blows softly
Through the bare and leafless trees.
The woodland trail now covered
By those fallen denizens;
Fallen from on high,
Leaving branches naked
Against the pale sky
Of that more distant sun
Waning in the equinoxial Fall.
Sinking slowly into anticipated slumber,
Is the woodland nodding.
Winter sleep beckons
With dreams of spring to come.
But let the autumn linger
Yet a little while,
To dream of summer past,
As I walk another mile.
J. William Newcomer (November 15, 2016; All rights reserved.)
Monday, September 28, 2015
Do not disturb so easily
The dead who lay beneath the sod;
Unknown to those who live and breathe,
Forgotten by all is the life they trod.
Stroll reverently among the graves;
This no place for light frolic or jest.
Remember soon will come the day,
You will too lay there among the dead.
Do not disturb so easily,
Those, who in rest, await the Day.
While you walk so blithely,
Giving no thought about your way.
Do not disturb so easily
The dead who lay beneath the sod.
The day will come when you too,
Will also go to meet your God.
J. William Newcomer
September 28, 2015 © All rights reserved.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Flashes lit up the darkness of the night…
Howls and shrieks and the blaring trumpets shattered the stillness,
Though scarcely heard so far below.
No room or place for tactics or strategy;
No flanking movements…
No lovely high ground,
No field of advantage,
Straight out head on clash, weapon upon weapon,
Brutal frontal assault…
One upon another…
Slowly the thrust of battle shifted…
Higher, higher, higher the warring armies ascended…
The clash of and flash of light faded,
And the darkness again ruled the night.
Until dawn broke across the eastern sky…
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I sit there idly in the van
As it slowly moves through the brushes
And water and rub-a-dubs and soap.
So as we come off the rinse
Into the fiercely blowing drying blasts of air,
I look to my left into the wall sized mirror
In which van and I are reflected.
Startled I am to see myself there
As if in some philotic reflection of
Myself in another universe,
Or non-dimension outside of any universe.
I nod greeting to myself and
Wonder in our nodding to ourself,
If we could reach across the separation,
What would we do to one another?
Copyright © 2014 by J. William Newcomer; All rights reserved.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
We see time as linear;
That being how we experience time,
Though we know it is relative;
Being realized in the relation of objects
In their relative motion one to another.
We say God is outside of time,
As He would have to be; being creator of these objects
And their relative motion in relation one to another
By which time we see…
So for us who are finite, time will always be,
For only He can encompass eternity…
So be careful how you speak of time;
Of ages past or yet to come.
For one is as a thousand,
And a thousand is as one.
J. William Newcomer, November 2013, Copyright © November 2013, all rights reserved.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
"Why do we have to read poetry? Why "II Penseroso"? Read it and you will know why. If you still don't know, read it again. And again. Some of them took the things she said to heart, as she had done once when they were said to her. She was helping them assume their humanity. People have always made poetry, she told them. Trust that it will matter to you..."
~ "Home" by Marilynne Robinson