Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

Lost In A Rumour

I tried to walk away

From the side of this lake

From the facts of my life

But you don’t know

What the colours meant to say

And the look in her eyes…

—

Believe me when I say

I didn’t mean to change my mind

It just happened like that

And she was there at the time

And I felt so alive

With my prayers and my sweet delight.

—

Now I’m blind

And covered in pale dust

Treading up the steps

One by one by one by one

To the 34^th floor

Where my darling is in colours tonight.

—

Those who win baby

Is it luck or is it lies

Does the only way forward

Mean that those before you

Must finish last and say

Their good-byes?

—

Lost in a rumour

With no remedy safely near

I don’t wish to fall back down

Or refuse promises

Or requests

As I write my name.

—

Will the bearers carry me

Wearing black or wearing gray

It all boils down to colours

And the burning of names

So no record of my nightmares

Remains like dead gods do.

—

So this is the end.

Let me my last wish

Let me see the colours die

The look in her eyes

As she realizes

I am her murderer.

(LOST IN A RUMOUR By A R J Abranson, 01-09-92/20:32)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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