Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Monday, August 18, 2014
What Need
What need do we have for poetry
Spew of words to retell passion
This person's love for that one
That person's bitter turning away
Poems of brook babble nattering nature
Petted or tortured feline fluff canine
Howls vistas of forests mountains sea
Spread out to entice like a lover's legs
What need have we for any of it when
Knobs remotes and keystrokes fill our
Eyes with porn with Ebola with war
the sublimity of bombs blasting
Cities of blood-stained streets wounded
Babies crying the sublimity of oceans of
Unrotting trash engulfing seas decimating
Whales dolphins once swimming in poesy
Why write anything at all when before
Our very eyes the glaciers melt calve
Storms burst with bolts hail and winds
Forests blaze homes go up in a rage of fire
When rooftops blow away when
Devastation for which there are no
Words comes to us live
Full of screams
Jack 8-18-14
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