Fruits of Labor

Those who have the grudge roiling
In the pit of their stomachs,

That the plum should be theirs
Merely for the taking,

Shall have that fruit soiled
By the drudge slow worm

Blindly toiling.

Definitely Not Lemmings #18

My thanks to Irina for signing on as another DNL; she has four blogs, all of which are worth looking into. So what are you waiting for?

Why Paul Celan Cannot Be Called a Nihilist

He knew that calling
Things by their proper

Name names nothing
If the caller is a void.

Insomniac

The poem that will not let you sleep
Until it is written, that is the dream

You must keep awake.

Affirmation

Looking in

And seeing the two gray-
Headed brothers in

Animated conversation
From outside the coffeehouse,

One can only imagine
What they are saying,

But their smiles tell us
They are alive within,

The one thing we want
To hear.