Reflections In the Twilight
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These poems were all wrote in my sixty-fourth year or in what people say are my twilight years. I find this amusing since as I write this the oldest man in America is about fifty years older than me. But it makes for a nice book title.
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Reflections In the Twilight - William A. Kofoed
Reflections In the Twilight
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William A. Kofoed
Shadows of Footsteps
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Reflections In the Twilight
William A. Kofoed
William A. Kofoed
2017
Copyright (c) 2017 by William A. Kofoed
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
First Printing: 2017
ISBN 978-1-365-78290-9
William A. Kofoed
Magna, Utah
www.kofoedsprojects.com
Dedication
To
Rod McKuen
And
Isaac Asimov
Foreword
After publishing my first book of poems, Shadows of Footsteps, I thought about how I had written them. Over the course of thirty some years this how I did it;
'I do not know why most poets write poetry but I know why I do so. I write because a thought gets in my head and bounces around till I write it down.
You could say that I don't try to write but that I am forced to write.'
In doing this I wrote 242 poems in about 30 years.
I thought then about what two of the writers I have read said about their writing methods. One of them, Rod McKuen, said that he tried to write a poem every day. The other one, Isaac Asimov, said that he would lock himself in a room with a typewriter for 8 hours a day.
This made me think that I set aside time where I had nothing to do but write when I might write more poems. So I start on my breaks and lunches at work to take a pen and notebook and try to write something. Doing this is how this book was written.
Now as before;
'Now I do try to write good
poetry that people will enjoy reading, but I don't try to write poems for people to read.'
I will say about my writing method that I try to write in a way that isn't dependent on the language they are written in. So I do not use rhyme and meter which will be lost if the poems are translated in to another language.
I hope that someone will enjoy some of what I write but that is still not why I write.
Preface
I think of myself sometimes as an emotion sculptor more than as a poet. In that I write to shape the emotions of the reader and not to fit words to rhyme and meter. I try to write poems that are not dependent on the language I write with.
These poems were all wrote in my sixty-fourth year or in what people say are my twilight years. I find this amusing since as I write this the oldest man in America is about fifty years older than me. But it makes for a nice book title.
Clouds
Dark clouds lie ahead
Cutting off the light
Hiding from me the sight
The path this journey takes
Moving air pulls at my clothes
And speaks of what is to come
distant lights flash in the sky
Rumbles are barely heard
Fear walks along my spine
Wondering if I'm prepared
Down the path before it comes
Growing with every step
Cold raindrops fall upon my skin
And hints of what's to come
Darting eyes looks about
Seeking shelter from the storm
Shelter from the howling wind
Cover from the rain
Safety from lighting strike
As the thunder rolls
Somewhere to keep the night
With a fires light
Waiting for dawns first light
After storm is through
Bright morn' to take up the path
New day a journey takes
Dark clouds having passed by
Clear seen path to take again
Onward going with the sun
Traveling before the night will come
Rex, Jay and Robert
I heard my name
Called loud and strong
A voice filled with joy
Happy to see me
A man who called me friend
From the things we've done
Walking now I think back
How very many years have pasted
From that bright warm day
Memories now are all I have
He has long since pasted away
Another man I once knew
And many things we did
Before the world we raised our voice
And sang many a day
We traveled far and near
To many a different stage
Oh the joy that we had
I think of him too
A star once sang upon the stage
And all the world knew he
And I in the choir sang
And yet he liked me too
He also called me friend
And I wondered why
Why those men and many more
Chose to call me friend
But now their voices have been stilled
No more they call my name
In silences memory that all lay
Voices just in memories now
All else has faded away
Cats
When I was young
A long, long time ago.
For reasons quite unclear to me,
It was decided off somewhere,
That I