mind you
(like this lone black cat stealing through dark
culvert under low bridge under construction
regarding man as clear and present danger
freezes momentarily before turning)
maneuvering way back
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Resolve
Our hamlet’s unending conundrum:
If the quest to find one’s self is nothing
But tedious, bothersome, humdrum—
As some infinite jesters would have us believe—
Why does one find himself coming back
Ad infinitum?
If the quest to find one’s self is nothing
But tedious, bothersome, humdrum—
As some infinite jesters would have us believe—
Why does one find himself coming back
Ad infinitum?
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Seer
—for Eleni, who saw it all from the start
If I still call my wife
Cassandra
After all these years,
It’s not
Because she’s foretold what will happen
Tomorrow, the next day, week, month or year—
We all know no one can do that, right?
But because when I see the incredible
Light in her eyes as she tells me
Dream after dream, I still can’t
Believe how it was
I foresaw my future.
If I still call my wife
Cassandra
After all these years,
It’s not
Because she’s foretold what will happen
Tomorrow, the next day, week, month or year—
We all know no one can do that, right?
But because when I see the incredible
Light in her eyes as she tells me
Dream after dream, I still can’t
Believe how it was
I foresaw my future.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
After Porchia, All Over Again
All things happen in an instant—
Even when nothing seems to happen
Over a thousand instances,
It’s over
In no time at all.
Even when nothing seems to happen
Over a thousand instances,
It’s over
In no time at all.
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