Photo by Laurel Creek and John Christian Givhan Spainhour‘What Rumor, What Word?’ and Other Poetry by Neal Dachstadter The Society June 23, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Ekphrastic, Poetry What Rumor, What Word? On the featured photo above What rumor, what word, O Cloud from the sea? Cumulus, Nimbus: what sayest thou to me? But human and man; the simplest I be, And found ruminating, mine interest would thee, O quench, with thy speech, and earnest me tell, Unclench thou, and teach, and learn me, to quell. Resourceful Sail to bend and sand to blast Gale and wind of sea so fast Mill unceasing, turn and spin Skillful, peaceful, churn within. Dutch resourceful; making do Much of recourse owe we you. Photo by Luke Vander Linden Genghis, Redux Upon the plain there rode a wolf He did not know at first; himself was all he thought he’d ever be Not Khan of Mongols, Wild and Free Photo by Kristov Paulus / Mongolia, West of Ulaanbaatar, the Tuul River of Khan Khentii, where Genghis Khan is buried “Once, and Young” Beyond the green and waving wheat, When gone the blue and waving sheen, Before the golden times would draw, The old were young, siècle fin. -fin du siècle is French for end of the century, end of a cycle -In reference to We Were Soldiers Once, and Young by General Harold Moore and Journalist Joe Galloway Neal Dachstadter is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. Related Post ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.