by
R.G. Williscroft
© 1965 - 2011 Williscroft
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The poems in this volume span over fifty years of my life. Many were written while I chased the illusive mistress on submarine patrol duty, and others in my expanding search from the Tropical Pacific to deep in the Arctic Ice Pack. The interludes are there, of course; and my former wife and son would tell you they aren’t enough.
Even now, as I watch the sun
setting behind St. Augustine
Volcano in Alaska's Cook
Inlet, the melancholy
music is as real as
it was when I wrote that poem as a young man in 1960.
Join me then. Share with me my loves, dreams, search, pain and – yes – my resignation. Not from life, but rather to the inevitable process of life which ultimately forces each one of us to reevaluate, to look again.
R.G. Williscroft
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Sometimes
I cry when blue sky rains |
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