The Spider

(Reposting a classic and favorite of mine and Ted’s)

 

I caught a spider

In a cup

It resonated fear

It knew my home

Was not a church

No sanctuary lost

Between its world

Of web and fang

But something alien

To touch

A surface inaccessible

To stealth and sting

Now in captivity

The agile acrobat

Dreams of a god with wings

 

Ted Goodell

2007

(repost January 2019)

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100 Poems by Ted Goodell

In celebration of Ted’s 100th posted poem, we are re-posting one of his personal favorites.

In the Shadow of the Shiloh (to Tony D.)

Along with these 100 poems, we are also celebrating 4 years of Ted’s poetry blog! I can’t wait to see the poetry of 2019.  Happy New Year Dad!

 

(to Tony D.)

I sailed on The Shiloh

To the Persian Gulf.

Now, in the shadow of The Shilo,

I see myself;

A retrospective view

Of where I stood on watch,

Leaning into the surf

Watching a distant horizon

Bringing me back

To where I stand today;

On a different watch

My future self,

Arising like a golden dawn,

Shedding the past

In the shadow of The Shiloh

 

Ted Goodell

1994

 

Sky Writer

Like an ancient bird

Escaping the internet

Behold a language

Of light that writes on air

A message monitored

By man in flight

Delivered with almost

Acrobatic grace

A lyrical message

That only the angels can erase

 

Ted Goodell

December 2018

 

 

Androcles

Androcles was a virtuous man

Modest and reserved in the company of other men

Among his friends he was honest and unafraid

And always loyal to those he served

He championed wandering in the woods

Instead of combat and military games

Shields and swords made him sad

While songs and stories made him glad

A savior to the creatures in the woods

Even a lion embraced their brotherhood

 

Ted Goodell

December 2018

The Remote

Socrates hit a philosophical

Home run when he said “Know Thyself ”

Shakespeare hit a dramatic home run

When he said “to be or not to be”

Future generations will marvel

At the depth of our wisdom

When they discover a document

Bearing the home run cry of

“Where is the remote”

They will wonder

Is the remote near

Or is it far

Or is it everywhere

 

Ted Goodell

November 2018

Kite Flyer

When the wind

Carries a kite above the clouds

The flyer will feel an exhilaration

As pure as the joy

A poet feels

When a single line

Stirs the breeze of an idea

Lifting the boundaries of memory

The rush of words

As powerful as the drumbeat of thunder

The silence that only

The whisper of language can hear

 

Ted Goodell

November 2018

The Sewing Machine

Needle and thread

Bobbin and treadle

Transform the necessity of sewing

From housework to occupation

Giving ownership of the sewing machine

The financial economy of power

Where once repetitive foot pressure

And tearing eye strain

Bled the operator from the grip of labor

The endless assault

Of patching a shirt

Or hemming a skirt

The years of toil

A slow reminder of pins and thimbles

The gnarled grip of tired fingers

Saving a child’s self esteem

With mended shirt

And twice turned cuffs

The dim lamp lighting

The weariness of yesterday

The burden of bending relieved

The brilliance of invention conceived

The dreams of generations of workers fulfilled

The joy of perfection that the sewing machine instilled

 

Ted Goodell

October 2018