Fred Wilbur

  • “An artist is said to be original exactly when he takes up the challenge of tradition and makes us see something more than we already knew.” Demetri Porphyrios. Classical Architecture.

     

    I am a fund […]

  • It’s wrong to feel lucky
    when a poplar blooms.
    …………Branches spit out slender pinks below low clouds.

    In fields here, we find arrowheads.
    Ancient whispers on the ridge. One death begs […]

  • Vigil
    Outside the nurses’ station,
    third floor east, twilight spreads
    its white canopy over
    the busy avenue of bright buildings.
    Down the hall, an orderly lofts a pale
    sheet over a vacant bed.
    In the next […]

  • As a very small child I learned language just like all small children. Only in my case there were some mysterious words that took me years to sort out their true meaning. There were words like Amtrak, lugao, Santo […]

  • A Taxonomy of Lists by Fred Wilbur     As a youngster, I watched my father slice out-of-date reports whose 8 1/2 x 11″ sheets had blank back sides; the pivoting knife of the p […]

  • Ahab’s Widow
    I wait for him as every whaler’s wife.
    I write him letters every day.
    I tell him how he grows bigger and stronger.

    I tell him of his first words and of his first walk on his own.
    I write, […]

  • Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 years ago

     

    It was my granddaughter’s fourth birthday party. I, old lady
    with cane, was sitting in the shade on the side, then made my way
    cautiously to watch the children hit the piñata with a plastic bat […]

  • Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 years ago

    Antonyms for “Affluence”
    It is a myth that mice
    are impossible to eat.

    I see my tuxedo
    on another man,

    a groom or musician.
    It is a myth

    that the bride will be thinking
    about Queen Vic […]

  • Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 years ago

    Sara Biel has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    I Want to Give Him a Chance
    Her voice is thin, scrapes and rolls, a dry leaf across the sidewalk.
    My fingers grip the phone, […]

  • Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 4 years ago

    Nate Jacob has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    Mourning Doves
    Looking back, the choice seems obvious.
    A man is given the chance in life
    to select from a pantheon of […]

  • Elizabeth Nowak has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    Dear Mi-Kwon

    Before the whole world went mad,
    you wrote to ask about my life
    in beautiful America. I could not then […]

  • Zeina Azzam has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    Forgive Me
    For lying to the teacher in the school yard
    Talking ill of my friend behind her back

    For making an excuse to […]

  • Victoria Korth has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    Mr. Abraham
    You would unstick huge floor-to-ceiling windows
    with a metal-clawed broom handle,
    soak the floor where […]

  • I’m not squeamish about getting my hands dirty, knees soiled, but I never thought I’d be writing about garden club ladies.

    The county Garden Club (founded 1935) recently donated their records to the loc […]

  • William Prindle has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2021 Poetry Contest

    Apologizing to Ferlinghetti

    You never took
                          the deal
    the hand
                Am […]

  • What man would not look back
    when claiming a celestial voice
    commanded him to go away from
    pleasures of wine, games of chance,
    lust, secular music, dance, art, poetry?
    The men who deny life’s g […]

  • feels this way.
    Familiar like the abstract
    place you grab for
    when you’re curled in despair
    on your own kitchen floor
    begging to go home,
    not knowing where you mean.
    No matter whose hair and b […]

  • I have always thought that John Donne’s metaphor of the drawing compass in “Valediction: Forbidding Mourning” one of the most ingenious in English poetry. Not simply about two lovers parting, it descr […]

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    In school we learn to lie down
    in the face of Evil from the skies.
    “Take cover,” the first commandment
    during air-raid drills as we duck
    under our desks, then “All clear.”
    No one dares to say t […]

  • Hi, this is my poem.
    Hi, this is my poverty.
    What’s that?
    My poverty.
    The poem and my poverty shake hands.
    Everyone ignores my trauma.
    I go over to my trauma,
    start talking to it.
    It tells m […]

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