Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.
The Last Chance
One night you captured the moon
and held it ransom,
sent a message saying pay up
or never more walk a moonlit path,
do not call the FBI,
do not tell my mother,
else I would have dark moments the rest of my life
and never see the beautiful creation of a moonchild.
I gave in to your demands,
and lived happily evermore.
( 7/18/05 – Red Owl)