Housebound
everything was so honest once
but more disappears
games in vacant lots
old haunts
all those loves
days tick down
the mirror considers what’s left
“I sit talking to myself
losing time.”
“I’m at the end of everything
barely existing.”
and my resolve?
that’s already hardening.
Minimal
How small can a life get?
Once with the strength of a Morgan
everything pulled uphill…
now, over time, resigns to cleverness of necessity.
Graceless age clutches my shirttail
dragging me everywhere.
I remember tricking my way.
In a book I read,
a bite of land was given toward the end
something—manageable to lose…
© 2020, Antoni Ooto
ANTONI OOTO has and still looks for answers which he shares at times with poetry. He finds pleasure in reading the works of many poets such as WS Merwin, Jane Kenyon, Donald Hall, Elizabeth Bishop, Margret Atwood, and the humor of James Tate.
“I read various poet’s first thing in the morning aloud.
My wife and I discuss the structure, rhythm and beauty of the lines.”
Reading poetry aloud (he feels) allows the voice to find a cadence that the reader might miss when seeing the words on a page.
Antoni Ooto is a poet and flash fiction writer. He came to writing late after many years as an abstract expressionist artist. He eventually found his voice in poetry.
His works appear in Front Porch Review, Amethyst Review, The Ginger Collect, Soft Cartel, Eldritch Lake, Pilcrow & Dagger, Young Ravens Literary Review, and many others.
Antoni works in upstate New York with his wife poet, storyteller Judy DeCroce.
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Thank you, Paul! / J.D. 🙂
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You’re more than welcome
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