Sunday, November 12, 2023

The Challenged

 The Challenged

 

 

There was a magic about him

to walk into a neighborhood bar

randomly, purposefully step up to strangers

shake their hands without saying a word

move on to the next, and the next, and then leave

 

Daily, his routine was celebrated

as was his name, Sedric

bespectacled, near bald

always wearing crisp clean khakis

solid-colored, short-sleeved shirts and patterned neckwear.

 

When he did speak

the words seem to stab

like they were interrupting

some inner voice already in conversation

like a waitress jabs, “Anything else?”

 

What Sedric wore brightest

was a smile of accomplishment

perhaps a set number of hands impacted

or a circuit finished, like a marathoner's last mile

like a pen happily returning to its plastic pocket protector

 

On the grayer days

he would drag his necktie

like some unholy umbrella

confessing to the sidewalk

how long the hours were

 

Everywhere we live

there is a Sedric shaking hands

whom we see in a foretelling mirror

beyond the taint of laughter

whispering, "There, but for the grace..."


 

                                              Aaron Williams

              @2023 by Arts by the People for inclusion in their Moving Words collaborative film project

Note:  Over a nine-year span, this poem was submitted more than 200 times to a variety of literary journals worldwide. I always believed in the piece.  It was only when accepted by ARTS by the People did I realize the deep imagery of the work and how it could indeed inspire a film. The film aired November, 2023.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

 Whoosh of a Sliding Glass Door 


There is a part of me rural 
like deer gathering on Sunday morning 
like the scent of skunk entering my car vent 
cans of Busch rusting in red clover 
and lilacs blooming, lilacs blooming, just for me 

There is a part of me rural 
as a blue jay swoops, screeching at my cat 
as she explores an unleashed frontier 
green emboldens after a welcomed rain 
as I am ionized after each shower of the Perseids 

There is a part of me rural 
like dust resting on a country store's front windowsill 
"Come in, run fingers over your past" 
waiting to be reborn, then being reborn 
my inner child toddles on barn wood flooring 

There is a part of me rural 
as the whoosh of a sliding glass door 
has inside running outside 
mint green sheets waving at turquoise gutters 
free from a reality that nothing is on tv 

There is a part of me rural 
like cascading billboards for Meramec Caverns 
like winds winding the giant ball of twine 
streams of red, white and blue church doors 
staring at free air defining my simpleRR smile 

 

                                                                                                                                                Aaron Williams

Published 2023 in Kansas City Voices, Vol. 18 


Thursday, January 12, 2023

Holiday Remembered

Fifteen years in the making, I am pleased to offer the now published version of "Holiday Remembered," appearing January 6, 2023, in Panoplyzine, Issue 23, Winter 2023

Link to Holiday Remembered

I am pleased that three poems were accepted in the fourth quarter of 2022. Yay. For some reason having problems getting the link for the first one appearing online to show in this blog. Please copy and paste into your search engine to read it. Not sure how to fix this problem. Hmmm.

https://panoplyzine.com/holiday-remembered-by-aaron-williams-2/