The junkyard
I want to go to a junkyard again with the old shiplap garage that has a potbellied stove in the corner...
Poetry: Published and unpublished poems by Jerry Iwanus
The fraternal occupant / Братський окупант
Our free people will trample your tricolour rag, over and over, in the meadows where the bent red viburnum rises once again
(Our) Love at 60
Though truly finished only on the last day, the joy comes in the artistry of the build, with materials at 60 not the same as those of 38
The Tickle (for Sara and Alex)
Some say no one really knows where the river begins, or how many springs draw from deep to feed its mighty trunk
The here and now
Twitching whiskers, a panoramic adventure: a scruffy fieldmouse, regretting its curiosity...
For Jillian (on her wedding)
Now the circle has widened, and that same ray refracts and floods new spaces with Hope and Promise anew. The seeds have been sown and the harvest will once again fill the granaries.
Aboiteau
The aboiteau allowed saltwater marshes to be eventually replenished with fresh water so that they would have agricultural utility. This poem uses the aboiteau, not as a commentary on Acadian history, but as a statement of my own personal journey.