new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Opportunity Is A Window Onto the World
The sea, the sea, who will be able to drain it dry?
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
In this small house
On the bluff that is being
Inexorably eaten away,
—George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
In this small house
On the bluff that is being
Inexorably eaten away,
In front of the large bay window
Letting in the light,
Pray your eyes take in
As much as they can
Before running out
And down to the strand,
Your hands cupped
Round your ears so you can hear clearly
The world’s beckoning, inexhaustible
Song.
Round your ears so you can hear clearly
The world’s beckoning, inexhaustible
Song.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Egocentric
On a world that turns round itself only
Once a day, what on earth are you doing
Turning round your self twenty-four hours a day?
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Mnemonic: A Memento of Forgotten White House History
Can’t remember that mouth piece right
On the tip of the tongue?
Forget the sax, man—
Try playing with, um, Harmonica!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
This is the Color of My Dreams
(title of a painting by Miro)
I don’t paint but I know enough
About colors to dream about them
Painting my dreams.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Glutted Market
The last thing we need is still
Another poem offering
All it has to give us
All we need.
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