Sometimes philosophical, sometimes humorous, but always self-deprecating, charming and candid, Ed
Moroney’s poems comfortably serve up to us all manner of questions about life so we can indulge in a
series of delightfully meditational meals for our minds.
He writes thoughtfully about love, the afterlife, God, nature, romance, religion and death, and he writes
with a witty and often whimsical style that makes us want to consider these subjects, no matter how
weighty they can otherwise seem.
He ruminates often on the meaning of religion and the actuality of God:
This God thing is all quite confusing
which I’m sure He finds amusing.
He speculates on what life would have been like for him if he’d been endowed with other abilities than
those he has:
Talent would’ve been nice
as a God given device
to instill some ambition
limited to this edition.
and he wonders what his offspring will think of his collection of verse:
for progeny on boring winter days
to muse of verse and wonder what it meant.
A traditionalist in form, Ed’s verse is rhymed and metrical, at times blank verse, but his tone is familiar
and his vocabulary is friendly and casual. His approach to his subjects is, of course, as the above lines
show, uniquely individual.
His thoughtful poems show us he was always paying attention to life and to death and hoping, like all of
us, to arrive at least at an acceptance, if not a complete understanding, of it.
Ed Moroney was born in Atlanta Georgia on the 28th of March, 1949. An Air Force brat and the eldest of 
