Recently gave an interview that will be appearing later this spring. I shared during the interview a previously unpublished poem I wrote in 2003 while working picking rock and charging scoop at a coal mine. I write little poetry, but I've always been fond of this one because of the memories it brings back. I don't think they'd mind if I included it here in this post. Have a look, if you'd like:
I Could Feel the Ground Move
Some people talk about
feeling the ground move.
They say, "I swear I
could feel the ground
move."
Watch men move mountains
and see, it's not so
romantic.
What's romantic about
coal-covered faces and
hats with lights
struggling after a shift
beside open truck doors
to change pants so
they can keep the seats
clean?
Maybe a lot.
Maybe it means a lot to
the wife and kids,
something real they can see,
true effort, not the idea of
some black hole where
the ground moves.
Sheldon, I am really glad you've gotten back in the "game" with such gusto. Your voice is such an "add" to the community of writers around you.
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