Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind

Selected Poems by Edward Waters  (Click title to view)
  

Osmosis
       The most dangerous temptations are so subtle as to seem almost passive.

Once, Walking Down a City Street
       My first attempt at an 'environmental' statement.  I've always been intrigued by how the passage of time changes a single locale.  The idea for this particular poem, however, arose from a day in which I found myself on a sidewalk in downtown Atlanta mere hours after walking through a nature preserve maybe ten miles to the east.  It struck me that, but a few hundred years earlier, one site would have looked very like the other.     

Sonnet I
       My premiere foray into this style.  Some say beauty is only skin deep.  I say anything that shallow does not deserve the name.

Trees in Winter
       As with art, I know what I like.

Apology
       We look to what we can see to prove what we cannot.

Beyond Entropy
       Written midway through a four-year bout with clinical depression.  In a moment of grace, it occurred to me that despair sees only the end, not what will come when the end itself is ended.   

King David's Mind
       All too often, we know exactly what we're doing -- no matter what we tell ourselves.   

Changeling
       According to folklore, a changeling is an imposter, substituted by faeries for a true infant.  There are other similar usurpers we encounter every day and routinely mistake for the genuine article.  

Re-enactment
       On the occasion of a visit to Guilford Courthouse National Military Park.  As with 'Once, Walking Down a City Street', place again mingled my sense of past and present.   

Pandora's Prize
       Many have heard of Pandora's Box.  I was astonished, however, to discover how few reasonably educated people knew what last item that Box contained -- a detail which is to me the whole point of the story.  Consequently, most readers fail to recognize in this poem the encouragement I was feeling as I wrote.   

My Compliments
       Composed more than five years before the death of Charles M. Schulz, creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip.  I'm sorry to say I never got around to sending him a copy.   

Two Trees
       Often I have seen aged trees which long ago had sprouted near to each other and eventually became, for all intents and purposes, a single growth.  The beauty and poignancy of this strikes me very close to home.    

Speech
       Prayer is a small voice comforted by a Greater.   

One
       Written two days after the 11th of September, 2001 . . . and one week before Della Reese's offering under the same title.