Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
A little bit of poetry I make
a pair of lines (or four or eight or twelve)
five minutes (or some half-hour) I take
within the sea of language for to delve
an idle pastime -- such this has become
perhaps played most when some stray turn of phrase
the lyric lure might tap (as on a drum)
to call forth my tattoo of vapid praise
or (likewise empty) humor or mere thought
for thought I guess is what the art involves
but what is thought? a sort of bubbly naught
a whatsit sphere that bloooms pops & dissolves
into the sea of mind -- thought's mother dark
we play at poetry but for a lark
Written by way of response to a friend's inquiry, "David, writing poetry these days?"
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Ironically the supplements of irony
but rarely stimulate the sense of irony
is irony a kind of double vision?
post-Eden who but God repents of irony?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
What would you in your hide & seek create?
heaven & earth why in one week create?
paradise is the dream that slips from view
history's grip you with one peek create
those who desire your sight are fried like fish
eyebrows might arch where you such cheek create
fledglings when fresh can neither soar nor hunt
you who the egg conceive the beak create
should Raphael take solace in night's hush?
what might you (should you plainly speak) create?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Loving the pitter patter of rain
roving the litter latter of lane
everything changes! all stays the same!
cooking the bitter batter of pain
1st line borrowed from Aparna Ray's Facebook status update.