The wind blows cold across the lake--
I think of you.
The chill seems to penetrate
straight to the very marrow
of my bones--
I remember you.
The crystal clear water,
like a giant mirror
lying on the surface of the earth,
reflects the slate blue sky above--
I picture you.
The trees catch the muted rays
of the sun...
The waves ripple...
The leaves rustle...
I divine your presence here--
If I seem a bit uneasy
When I talk about
The not-too-distant past…
If I seem a bit downhearted;
I’d like to say
That I’m okay
And that I’m over you –
But I can’t.
If I tried a bit too hard
To make you love me;
For telling you so foolishly
And with such a tactless flair
That I loved you.
I was young
And, I guess, a bit naïve
To believe in happy endings,
Though in the movies
It seemed to work out
Just like that –
All so right,
All so fair.
For believing in tomorrow
When I couldn’t even count on today;
For believing you would love me
It would always be that way.
If it seems that I avoid you…
It’s not that I hate you –
It’s just that I can’t face you.
For, you see,
Every time I look at you
I’m reminded too much
And all the anguish
That I’ve gone through.
And oh, yes, one last thing
Before I forget:
I hope you’ll forgive me
For saying this, too,
Although you may have trouble
Believing that it’s true;
I mean, after all this time
It couldn’t possibly be
That I could still love you –
Well, forgive me…
But I do.
Copyright © 1984 by Pathfinder Publications/Michael Wrenn
The two poems above are taken from my first
book of original poetry entitled Songs of Solitude.
wrapped in Autumn's bluish mist,
fill my mind with fading fires of youth;
though I would not have them stay.
runs into another,
and my life
seems to melt away...
and nothing ever changes.
Yet all the while
I don’t want to wake up
and find my life behind me,
and the only thing
I have to show for it
is that I’ve done
everything I was supposed to do.
I don’t want every day the same –
I want it different, new,
bursting with life,
inside out and upside down.
Seasons of a Sojourner Back Cover
I want to turn the world
on its head
and shake it up
and fling it off my shoulders
and let laughter ring out
while it is yet spring,
before leaves have to fall
and cold winds come –
Copyright © 2019 by Wil Michael Wrenn
These two poems are taken from my second
book of original poems, entitled
Seasons of a Sojourner.
The following poem "The Death
of Innocence" received the Editor's Choice Award
from Vita Brevis Press; it is also included
in Seasons of a Sojourner:
The snow begins to fall
all around me,
and the pure white flakes
drift silently down,
purifying the air
as they fall.
Gradually covering the ground,
snow covers up imperfection
and fills up all the empty places.
Snow turns this barren landscape
into a dazzling white carpet --
In the quiet stillness,
hope is reborn;
hearts can renew;
love seems possible again;
goodness is transcendent;
a dreamer dares to dream again.
In the snowfall,
spirits can soar once more…
and I can almost believe
I can be happy again,
standing here alone
on this lake shore Enid Lake Mosaic Back Cover
in the snowfall.
AT THE LAST
I don’t want to die in a nursing home
or in a hospital bed
hooked up to the hoses
pumping food and medicine
in me to keep me alive.
I don’t even want to die like that
in my bed at home.
I wish I could die up at Enid Lake
high on a hill
looking at the westward sky
just as the sun is going down,
casting a soft warm glow
over land, lake, and wildlife
as it sets the last time
If only I could have my wish,
I would choose to go out that way,
surrounded by those I love,
dying with such beauty all around –
the last sight I would see
Copyright © 2019 by Wil Michael Wrenn
These two poems are taken from my third
book, Enid Lake Mosaic.
Poems are a way of connecting the solitary soul with
others and with the universe. Poetry is probably the oldest
and, some would say, the purest art form. How and why poems
come, and to whom poems come, is a mystery. Poetry can
change lives and circumstances--poems are thus powerful
means of expression. Poetry is all this, and more--still, poems
are simply to be enjoyed and experienced.
Those who are blessed with the gift of writing poems should
pass that gift on to others; that is my purpose with this page--
to pass the gift of these poems to you.
You can get the book, Songs of Solitude, for $20.00
(plus $5.00 handling and shipping) by sending check or
money order to Michael Wrenn, 2336 Tallaha Road,
Tillatoba, MS 38961, or pay by Paypal below. This is a
64-page hardcover book with dust jacket; it includes my
original artwork -- in the book's contents and on the jacket.
It is a limited edition book and personally autographed by me.
You can get the book, Seasons of a Sojourner, also for $20.00
(plus $5.00 handling and shipping). This is a 74-page softcover
book with eight illustrations. It will be personally autographed by me.
My book, Enid Lake Mosaic, is available for purchase for $23.00
plus $5.00 handling and shipping. This is a 70-page softcover book
with 23 full-color photographs. I will also autograph this one.
When ordering, please say which book you want, or get all three!