Monday, February 9, 2009
Le Repas du Bout
Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough, A flask of wine, a book of verse - and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness- And wilderness is paradise enow. ~ Quatrain XI of Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám Translation of Edward FitzGerald Some days back, Ciel posted a prompt to which I fully intended to...
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Poetry Is Not All Love, Love, Love...
How Many? How many poems will be written today about history, about firsts, about milestones? When high noon shows its face, and our new President grasps the reigns of power, when hundreds of thousands of people brave the icy cold and flurrying snow to witness a racial barrier-breaking achievement...
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Why?
A response to Ciel's Prompt: In the Time of Plague. Questions, always questions--every century and every pestilence, every war, every disaster, we want to know the answers to the question-- WHY? Whence comes this great mortality that robs me of all those I’ve known, and loved, held dear, (my...
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Reason Why
TAPS, I had no idea you wrote poetry... metalrat Most everyone’s a sometime poet, a once in a lifetime bard, A muse, rhymester, a well-loved jongleur, but consistent? That's oh, so hard. To keep it up, pen a poem a day, is a dream not all can arrange, for the thinking won’t come when the need is for...
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Interchange
Beside the succulents he sat in sunshine bright, without a hat, just soaking in the warmth of that season's pleasantness. He held his face up to the sun remembering the race he'd run, sought forgiveness for all he'd done, seeing life's egress. The life he'd lived was his alone, and what he'd earned...
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