a little difficulty too
gives poetry an extra spice.
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In silence, every song that’s sung
known in wonder, love and awe;its essence more than human sound;in stillness, every joyful danceis summed as if in perfect prayer;though every muscle yearns to praise,unmoving; more than mind in air;silence sings and stillness dancesin the freedom of the heart;self, content to be the watcher;loving each and every part.
When we invited her to read to us
if she or we should choosewhich poems she might read –she who had written on manners…?(and would we then, at question time,dare to ask her politelyto check, maybe agree,her ‘also read’ list? Bukowski, eh? well, well…)The packed room was a little apprehensive:might she have read our own poems here?Though more likely not, we felt –…
The universe, a single act of love,
is never other; has no place for hate,save in the minds and hearts of less than men..the universe, a single, lawful law;from which all laws emerge, as reason does;emerge as justice, in those laws observed;and known and lived, a promise of true bliss;may we, then, share a single, wholesome viewin which the love of law,…
if those
thoughtswouldcometogetherinto aP O E M
I said to the stone,
The stone was silent.I said to the eagle,What day is it?The eagle looked fiercely at me,Then turned its head away.I said to the oak tree,How long were you there?Silently, the oak tree grew.I said to the worm,How long will you take?The worm continued on its way.I said to the river,What takes you so long?The river…
If she wants
that six more hours of ecstatic sleep-deprivation,that concrete-and-steel erection to win architecture awards,then send your e-mails to her,she can pay for the bloody things.I’m not proud.