R. G. Bell
R. G. Bell Poems
|2.||To Kathy Kent||12/6/2009|
|3.||The Bungee Jumpers||12/6/2009|
|5.||The Seventh Day||5/5/2010|
|6.||As Rome Burns||10/17/2010|
|7.||Coniferous And Deciduous||11/13/2010|
|8.||Nights Come To A Pennsylvania Field||11/20/2010|
|9.||A Romantic (Translated)||1/26/2012|
|15.||The Pinecone Oak||5/12/2012|
|21.||Great-Grandmother's Frying Pan||12/6/2009|
|26.||3: 21 Am||3/24/2015|
Comments about R. G. Bell
Home lies that way, somewhere, through the fog,
Down a road I did not ask to be set upon
And most of whose forks were chosen for me
By others no less road-bound than I,
Who find their journey no more worthwhile.
I carry too much baggage, but search for more,
Wish for great tasks while failing small ones,
Pass many milestones, but make no progress.
How long it is to home I only guess.
I have not gone this way before and would not
Know it without the fog. I hope it isn't far,
But somehow begin to fear it is.
Still, distractions let me forget ...
Though I may cast a picture-cloud
And bend it to my mind,
You’ll see it differently endowed,
(Or one of us is blind) .
Please view it as you think it fair,
Your vision claim, defend.
There may, I’ll grant, be some things there
I never did intend.
R. G. Bell 2009