Biography of george fillingham
Been writing a while. I love poems. Life is interesting and strange, and dull and normal.
george fillingham Poems
When Dad Died
This was my dad’s big date. Some lessons are understood too late. He felt lonelier than the sea When mother died. Now he was left to me.
Vacant Lot, Paducah, Kentucky
Vacant Lot, Paducah, Ky The stairs that lead to the house no more, That lead to the porch for a knock at the door
A View From My Window
Everyday I watch the traffic pass, The same traffic always, all day long, Rushing this way and that, multi-colored, Multi-sized, going to work, to the store,
Before He Died
When Mary found him huddled by the barn Asleep, his cap pulled down about his ears, His collar pulled high up about his neck, At first she didn't recognize him then she whispered,
The Ground Hog
“..., though small As measured against the All, ....” Robert Frost
I Everywhere is now reduced to three. Oh, the little towns; they blow away.
"Every angel is terrifying." Rainer Maria Rilke Everyone has seen them sitting on a concrete bench near the entrance to a home,
I could ask you to turn, to see, to listen, Hearing, maybe for the first time, The whew of vulcanized rubber tires, Inflated to support the weight of the Chevys,
The Lady In Lake Morris
Before Lake Morris was a lake Eunice married Orten.
Go To The Devil
“Io diro vero, e tu ‘l ridi tra ‘vivi; L’angel di Dio mi prese, e quell d’inferno Gridava: ‘O tu del ciel, perche mi privy?
When Dad Died
This was my dad’s big date.
Some lessons are understood too late.
He felt lonelier than the sea
When mother died. Now he was left to me.
His girlfriend came to mother’s wake.
This broke whatever ties he wished to break.