Defining Algorithms
The autumn colour warmth
needs to be reprogrammed.
The approaching winter equinox dictates
recipes for hearty soup connection.
Grey chill skies demand a closeness
absent in the other seasons.
Soon depth of winter will encapsulate
and the coding must be secure.
Prehistoric Allure
I am going back to the caves.
The cool dolomite calls me.
Autumn is a good time to go.
There’s a freshness in the breeze
and it is too early for the bears.
I need the Native American paintings
especially the one of the man and woman
cooking over the stone-ringed fire.
Last year while hiking, we found them.
I know you remember.
Love was strong then
and promises held so much hope.
No One To Hold Tonight
Most of the time
after a hard harvest,
it simmers
and spills over
like some
neglected Marina sauce
with dried red splotches
staining aluminum
until the need
for the through scrubbing
clean up.
But tonight
like a scalding broth
falling from the stove,
without logic or intent,
it just spews.
And the residue
is everywhere.
R. Gerry Fabian is an published poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts, Wildflower Women, Pilfered Circadian Rhythm as well as his poetry baseball book, Ball On The Mound. In addition, he has published five novels: Getting Lucky (The Story), Memphis Masquerade, Seventh Sense, Ghost Girl and Just Out Of Reach.
You can find more of Gerry’s work here on Ink Pantry.
