That doesn't make me one
Alas, what are you saying?
Make me one of what?
That doesn't make me one
Alas, what are you saying?
Make me one of what?
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
Make me one of what,
the old sharks who feast on legs?
The water is cold.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
The water is cold
I cannot go all the way
The life in me fails.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
The life in me fails
To comprehend the harshness.
Death seems to be here.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
death seems to be here,
the skirting glaze across brows
formerly blinking.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
formerly blinking -
because death must have a death
wish. I don't do that
wish...I don't do that,
hopes are strangled in the fog,
crimsoned by the dawn.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
crimsoned by the dawn
the glory we glow in straw
grown by the morning
grown by the morning
we state our elocution
and dissolve like night
and dissolve like night
our fondest cares and thinkings,
sand-stormed into light.
sand-stormed into light
the textured breeze fills our skin
with its commotion
with its commotion
the city stamps theatrics
of its underside.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Of it’s underside
I get a nice firm hand full
made vulnerable
made vulnerable
in a world filled with terror
newspapers sell fear
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
newspapers sell fear
a smidgeon of gossip, and
women with big boobs!
women with big boobs
gathered together shields us
from the deadly storm
^^^ LOL @ Bii.... I think I know which newspapers you're talkin' about too. LOL!
...and LOL @ ktd222 too.... what a mental image THAT leaves!! LOL!
from the deadly storm
whizzing and buzzing insects
fly in formation
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
fly in formation--
particles with fiery speed--
prompt atoms in them
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
prompt atoms in them
to move and buzz all around
friction caused heat
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