Friday, November 28, 2008

A fun Exercise (A parody of John Milton's "On His Blindness"):

*On His Blindness*

When I consider the bulb burnt out I cannot see it.
Ev'ry night is a struggle in the room with a view
And my only talent is the nakedness I hide--
Scorning me, in it's youthfulness unseen:
An Unspent coil, a snake, to serve my Maker,
far from the Garden wall...There's no accounting
for it...


...Lest, he return, chilled.

Why is God a day laborer,
and all Darkness on Sunday?
I fondly ask..no light, no incandescent bulb
Is Bright!

It's okay, I'll pay the bill,
on the 'morrow.
He'd made me strong to Work
Nights.

And, if I can find my Best Clothes
In The Darkness,
I shall stand and serve forever
in a candle-lit restaurant.

11.28.08

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

WELCOME!

On Monday, November 10, 2008, my small book of poetry will be going to print.

This blog will be devoted to new poems.

As soon as I receive word about web-availability for purchase of "The Wind Shall Hear My Words..." (Publish America.com) a banner will go into the sidebar.

Thank you, for stopping by.
I hope you will return, read, and comment.

This Site is open to all.
Enjoy & please feel free to e-mail (see: profile) me with any questions you may have, or comments.

~x~ William H. Balzac.
November 5, 2008. [Author of "The Wind Shall Hear My Words..."]