These poems are taken from the author's first book
of original poetry entitled Songs of Solitude.

Copyright © 1984 by Pathfinder/Michael Wrenn Publications


Melancholy days,
wrapped in Autumn’s bluish mist,
fill my mind
with fading fires of youth;
they linger,
though I would not have them stay.


runs into another,
and my life
seems to melt away…
routines, routines,
and nothing ever changes.
Yet all the while
I’m dying…

I don’t want to wake up
one day
and find my life behind me,
and the only thing
I have to show for it
is that I’ve done
everything I was supposed to do.

I don’t want every day the same –
I want it different, new,
bursting with life,
growing, overflowing,
inside out and upside down.

I want to turn the world
on its head
and shake it up
and fling it off my shoulders

and let laughter ring out
while it is yet spring,
before leaves have to fall
and cold winds come –
one day.

These poems are taken from the author's second book
of original poems, just published, entitled
Seasons of a Sojourner.

Copyright © 2019 by Wil Michael Wrenn

Poems are a way of connecting the solitary soul with others and with the universe. Poetry is probably the oldest and, some would say, the purest art form. How and why poems come, and to whom poems come, is a mystery. Poetry can change lives and circumstances--poems are thus powerful means of expression. Poetry is all this, and more--still, poems are simply to be enjoyed and experienced.

Those who are blessed with the gift of writing poems should pass that gift on to others; that is my purpose with this page--to pass the gift of these poems to you.

You can get the book, Songs of Solitude, for $20.00 (plus $5.00 handling and shipping) by sending check or money order to Michael Wrenn, 266 Tallaha Road, Route 1, Box 114-E, Tillatoba, MS 38961, or pay by Paypal below. This is a 64-page hardcover book with dust jacket; it includes original artwork by the author -- in the book's contents and on the jacket. It is a limited edition book and personally autographed by the author. 

You can get the book, Seasons of a Sojourner, also for $20.00 (plus $5.00 handling and shipping). This is a 74-page softcover book with eight illustrations. It will be personally autographed by the author.

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Forgive me
If I seem a bit uneasy
When I talk about
The not-too-distant past…
Forgive me
If I seem a bit downhearted;
I’d like to say
That I’m okay
And that I’m over you –
Forgive me,
But I can’t.

Forgive me
If I tried a bit too hard
To make you love me;
Forgive me
For telling you so foolishly
And with such a tactless flair
That I loved you.
I was young
And, I guess, a bit naïve
To believe in happy endings,
Though in the movies
It seemed to work out
Just like that –
All so right,
All so fair.

Forgive me
For believing in tomorrow
When I couldn’t even count on today;
Forgive me
For believing you would love me
And insisting
It would always be that way.

Forgive me
If it seems that I avoid you…
It’s not that I hate you –
It’s just that I can’t face you.
Forgive me,
For, you see,
Every time I look at you
I’m reminded too much
Of me
And all the anguish
That I’ve gone through.

And oh, yes, one last thing
Before I forget:
I hope you’ll forgive me
For saying this, too,
Although you may have trouble
Believing that it’s true;
I mean, after all this time
It couldn’t possibly be
That I could still love you –
Well, forgive me…
But I do.


The wind blows cold across the lake--
I think of you.
The chill seems to penetrate
straight to the very marrow
of my bones--
I remember you.
The crystal clear water,
like a giant mirror
lying on the surface of the earth,
reflects the slate blue sky above--
I picture you.
The trees catch the muted rays
of the sun...
The waves ripple...
The leaves rustle...
I divine your presence here--