Posts tagged poetry
Posts tagged poetry
Who of us hasn’t watched a director’s movie and reacted? (more…)
There were graven images, idols and statues, monoliths and icons, and now drones… (more…)
Another slice of pie, said I (A Serving Song) The Sunday Whirl on Wednesday
I couldn’t resist a second helping of this week’s Sunday Whirl.
So this is my version: the Wednesday Whirl.
Please indulge me in a moment of silent regurgitation (more…)
A little Chinese-styled poetic ditty, for your wonton soup or the inside of that fortune cookie (more…)
It’s a thin line between heartbreak and laughter… (more…)
Dear Hanging Shoes
Objects of my veneration: humbled each day
By you in prayerful meditation.
Are you a young man’s heart-beating toss to impress a fresh sweetheart?
Or, are you flung by a bully? And did you fight him back?
Are you a parachuted twisting hurrah of a much-needed good grade?
Or, the consummation of a young man’s celebration on his last day of school?
Are you a cenotaph of some tight-rope walker’s defeat?
Or, did you fall from an angel’s wings on his way to work?
Like my own children’s bronzed first shoes:
Dangling on my street, in front of my house.
There is a Room Somewhere With God’s Head In It
With a trash pile of eye sockets,
Cut-away scrap nostrils,
And a wasteland of a mouth.
God’s Head is filled with aluminum and other precious metals
and throw-away objects.
God’s Head is jammed full of
Every beer and pop and ade and ale container
Every mixed vegetables and beets
And mushrooms and
String beans and early spring peas can
Every tuna, sardine, oyster, and salmon
As well as a spam lovers’ paradise of
Every pull tab packaging or tin
is in or coming out of his Head.
And now you know that
God is extrusion.
Now you know the
Nature of creation.
And when there are no raw materials left
From the relentless manufacture of everything,
God will have all of everything ever made
In his face.
In his room.
(And that will be the end of that.