My Chapbook, Page 2

A question - late 1950's

Must I,

because I am afraid,
condemn myself to ages passed,
and there,
in the wisdom of long ago,
lie down and sleep amidst my doubts?

Note: I wrote this in the mid-50's as an idealistic teen-ager, and it keeps rattling around in my consciousness. -hl

A thought on the spiraling violence of my world - late 1950's

Herein lies my sudden doubt
imperfect fear
Beyond this day,
this year
The twirl of man's mad carousel
will bind us to its wall,
to travel the cyclic corridors of time,
unheard above the shrieking barkers cry
and the playing of his raucous tune.

Note: I also wrote this in the mid-50's as an idealistic teen-ager, and it also keeps rattling around in my consciousness. -hl


Written on the way home from the Village salon - 2005, updated 2008

Seeking solitude
I fled the throng,
Wondering all along
If the crowd would follow me.

Seeking thought
I sought the throng,
Wondering all along
If the crowd would flee.