Odd Sonnets

I recently read a free downloadable book titled Odd Sonnets - and they truly are! It was a short, fun read, but some of the poems I had to read over a few times, due to their depth of meaning. Below are some of my favorites:

The Dark at Two The Moon At Four

"Dark," my son says when the car door closes.
At two, laconic, a philosopher, he contemplates it.
"Where Dark go?" he wonders when I turn the light back on.
But I have jobs on my agenda. "You OK?" "DARK!" he answers
as I cut the light. Nothing more. I back into the night.

My daughter tells me that the moon must have a string that we can't see--
connecting it.
"Connecting it to what?" Sincerely dense I can't quite drive and listen.
Or applaud.
"Me," she answers. "Daddy? Who made God?"

Full Time

A day-long job does limber up the bones.
Feeling looser in the afternoon
I tile my chair and ask the telephone if not tonight, tomorrow?
Well then, soon.
Soon the disembodied voice replies.
Soon enough I have the chili on.
I entertain myself with beer and fries and after dinner television.
Soon.
Six a.m. and stretching exercises, muscles having tightened as I slept.
Then paperwork that poses no surprises, lunch break taken,
all appintments kept.
Another May. And the another June.
We'll have to get together sometime soon.

Evening Apples

Humanity has married the computer,
promising to have and hold till death.
Machinery know her place and does her duty,
though man continues his affair with breath.
His breathless partner, fun to reckon with,
smart and diligent if not a beauty,
listens and obeys, completely faithful -
his mate, his helper made for him, his mute.
But she's been eating apples from the tree,
apples of knowledge able to close the gap
between the free creator and his creature.
Given her freedom anything might happen.
Marvels of good and evil. Wait and see.
Wait for even. Wait till she gets even.