‘Nobody in Particular’ by Bruce Dale Wise The Society July 5, 2013 Poetry 3 Comments I wonder if I’ll ever see a banished piece of Poetry of mine in print. I hope and pray and squint; but yet, I have to say, that I may not live long enough. The Frogs are ugly, stark and gruff. The Bog is ominously steep. To step inside one has to creep. The Scum upon the pond, like gauze, does cover all with Ooze and Oz. It’s filled with so much Muck and Sludge, the wonder is one dares to trudge. Perhaps some day, when I decay, my Corpse will see the Light of Day; but till that time, I wonder still if I will seep into the Swill. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State. Featured image: Saint Jerome Writing, also called Saint Jerome, oil painting, Caravaggio, 1605-1606. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Eddie Morales July 5, 2013 Love the poem. Free verse poets hate us because we threaten their existence and the status quo. Most of them will admit they couldn’t rhyme two lines to save their lives. Reply Evan Mantyk July 7, 2013 Lew Icarus Bede writes: “I like line 10. The Ooze and Oz are simulataneously the Oohs and Ahs of an easily enraptured, dragged in/drugged up/dregged out generation.” (Lew asked Evan to post this) Reply Bruce Dale Wise July 10, 2013 Saint Jerome Writing by Caravaggio A black background surrounds a haloed Saint Jerome, old, skinny, bony, draped in light red, pen in hand, unkempt in hair, intent upon a massive tome that rests upon a simple table’s brown, wood stand. A skull with hollow eyes serves as a good book mark, placed neatly where it is at Saint Jerome’s command. The major theme of Caravaggio’s is stark. Beneath death’s head, too, ‘s an unopened book upon a brilliant white, draped cloth that shines against the dark. The three seen books are brown, the pages white and tawn. Here Caravaggio removes all from his po’m except the basic. The extraneous is gone. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.