Bill Yates Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

As I add poems towards my second book, I post them here for perusal.

My first book, Dreams Rewritten, is available at Barnes and Noble, on line.

 

 

Passing An April Morning

It is morning in the middle hours
of my leisure.
I am reading The Great Gatsby,
something I have overlooked 
for all this time.

There is something surreptitious 
about reading a novel,
for even my mother wondered 
why I lingered late into the evening
with my companion.

The library was a good source
of amusement
in those days.
Reading was a sure escape
from the humdrum
of a mundane existence.

Over the years words and numbers
took on meanings
I had never imagined.
The more I know of them
the less I understand 
what it is they are pointing to.

In the light 
of this April sky-cast day,
memories crisscross 
like avenues and streets
in some aging city.

I add a generous number
of line breaks
to bring a tint of meaning
to my words.

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