
Tethered Lines of Times
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A collection of poems, old and new.
Tethered Lines of Time, pokes into 65 years of poems from J. Scott Crossen’s life with diabetes.
From before his diagnosis to the present, this book contains the complete poems of excerpts found in his memoir, Later. I Learned.
Poems of life, loss, health, sickness, nature, love and laughter.
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Enjoy Excerpts from the Book
Automatons
(Written during a corporate executive meeting)
We are Automatons.
The ones who wake wired, wiping respite away.
We are the weavers of wheeled machines,
Through webs of worriness;
The speed drinkers, black acid thinkers.
We are the stressed, silent screamers;
The line sketchers and wrinkle makers.
We are the schedule rakers, contract breakers;
The pointless floundering finger shakers.
We are the mindless chatter of self-proclamation;
The lip service servants of mental masturbation.
We are the tunnel whisperers;
Conference room chair shifters.
We are the tedious, itching, child-like scribblers;
The huff and puffing eyebrow lifters.
We are the nostril diggers;
The head bobbers, eyelid flitters.
We are adolescents, numbly depressed,
Who seek fulfilment in what doesn’t last.
We are Automatons.
© J. Scott Crossen, 1990
THE TRAIN
By J. Scott Crossen
O what sound is this that calls to me,
On a restless breeze so hauntingly?
Tree leaves shiver as it passes by.
My thoughts are those that fall and die.
Such an empty night ‘neath a melting moon.
The air feels fragile that carries this tune.
While I lie in this field with the moaning sky,
The aching air wanders and cries.
And whispers of this searching time,
‘Neath the dark clouded sky in pantomime.
This voice that beckons to follow its sound
Imbues my brain like rain on soft ground.
Teasing my heart to chase it down
Now weaving its way through country towns.
How many more souls are pulled by this call,
To strap wings on their feet and leave behind all?
© September 1973
More About the Author
Scott began journaling when he was old enough to hold a pen. He has a natural skill for writing, and in his first book, Later, I Learned: A Journey Through Life with Diabetes, he provides true gripping accounts of his life with insight, sensitivity, grit, humor, and a poetic touch. His memoir delivers fascinating stories that reveal the impact of both short and long-term diabetes complications and the elusive search for a cure.