Monday, August 28, 2017

On A bridge

For Poetry Monday, I decided to add a picture and large print to a poem posted 12/13/09, stemming from one of many myths about King Midas. The myth, in brief: Apollo had a dispute with Midas and punished him with donkey ears. Midas was understandably embarrassed and hid them under a turban.  His barber knew the secret but it burdened him, so he went to a meadow, dug a hole, whispered the story into it, then back-filled --hoping to be rid of it.  Reeds grew in the meadow, and began whispering "King Midas has ass-ears."  Wind carried the news everywhere.

 On A bridge

(Sunday, December 13, 2009)

I am amazed at 
What things mean.
Devices, by which
The impossible is 
Seen, surround the soul.
What is secret when
Wind and rattling reeds
Repeat what is
Whispered in a hole?

Friday, August 11, 2017

Fenceline Grapes in Water

We have love and
Minds to be out of.
We are not alone
At the brink
Of reason, kindness.
Anything less,
Sanity revokes
Into cosmic jokes -- 
We miss what we had.
No defense except
I haven't intelligence
To go mad--neither
Do you-- I suggest 
We start anew.