Saturday, April 7, 2018

It has been a while since I've written any poetry, let alone posted anything, but thankfully my sister Sara is persistent and welcoming with her invitations to re-join the Poetry Sisters.  I must confess the time away from writing was apparent ( I texted her "Ugh!  My poetry brain is rusty" to which she relied..."A good first line"!), but I am glad I jumped in again.  

This month we were to take a line from Elizabeth Bishop's poem One Art and go from there.  

Using a line from Elizabeth Bishop One Art
(by John C Lewis all rights reserved)

“The art of losing isn’t hard to master”
The source? Elizabeth Bishop, of course
So I gave up sweets, became an diehard faster

I ate tofu, oats, things tasting of plaster
Oh, to dine on that proverbial horse!
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??

Relentless hunger, my cruel quartermaster
I dreamt of plate after plate, course upon course
So I gave up meat, became a diehard-er faster

Is this a joke?  I wouldn’t put it past her!
I’d kill for a crumb of rye or drop of borscht
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??

You may already foresee the coming disaster
So desperate now, I’d even eat gorse 
So I gave up all food, became the diehard-est faster

If she were alive today, I’d ask her
Do you feel no remorse!?
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??
I gave up eating, died harder, not faster

Friday, October 2, 2015

On Poetry Friday, I post the last of 4 Etheree poems (Two single and two double) I wrote this month.  The other three can be found in recent posts.  Given that it's October 2nd today, I though it was appropriate to post one about autumn.

Fall’s upon us
(Written by John Christian Lewis; all rights reserved)

autumn anew
golden-rod carpets
brush of northern breezes
cinnamon apple butter
cadmium colors arising
haystacks dot fields as balers rumble by
crunch crunch crunch over crispy crinkled leaves

sweatered sweethearts cuddle by bonfire’s blaze
sparrows, heron, warblers flocking south
Hay rides, drinking apple cider
pumpkin spice in everything
spattered long-ways sunlight
sun sets sooner now
cornfield mazes
cooler days
time of

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Intimate Spaces

Intimate spaces
(Written by John Christian Lewis; all rights reserved)

wanted to
hold the tender,
fragile parts of you.
Bits hidden in spiny
casings, formed to keep me out.
Oh to reach that intimate space,
where you reside alone and untouched.
Let me love what you deem unsafe to bare


An example of a double etheree

(Written by John Christian Lewis; all rights reserved)

love calls out
calling for hate
this alone it seeks
animosity hides
in dark and hidden places
can love be heard above the din
of war or violent racist speech
love is anti-hate, hate is anti-love

hate is anti-love, love is anti-hate
hate leaves searing marks upon the soul
that only love can quench and heal
hate’s hot garrote strangles hearts
kills all but caustic wrath
regardless the toll
love will not cease
to seek and