Edward Ahern Verse-Virtual 2018 February

February 2018

I resumed writing after fourty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. I have my original wife, but after fifty years we are both out of warranty. There've been around a hundred eighty poems and stories published so far, and three books. I work the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories on the review board and managing a posse of five review readers.

A Measure of Man

I reflect that which I despise.
Mourn the things not done.
Echo the words unsaid.

Falter before it's necessary.
Comprehend less than I claim.
Love through puffy self-image.

My missings are my measurements.
My flaws are my facets.
My aberrations are my absolutes.

But I am content
To stumble on, blear-sighted
In hopes of better vision.

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