Friday, September 27, 2024

Skala Eresou

To swim in the sea where Sappho might have swum, 
To spy the fishes nibbling in the sand, 
To listen on the whisper of the wind 
For words she might have spoken in a dream, 
Or sung in liquid tones while she would strum 
The strings of her tuned instrument, a stream 
Of feeling, both intensely personal 
And somehow, thereby, strangely universal. 
I know, from a fragment, she walked along this beach. 
The languid waves pulse on without a rest. 
The horizon hovers, always out of reach. 
A boundless longing lived within her breast. 
We have new gods from those that went before, 
But what has changed within our deep heart's core?

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Unproven

 Theories? I got a million. Just ask my wife. 

At this point she’s listened to them for most of her life. 

Evidence? Yeah I do have some. But as for full proof,

It’s often just out of reach, somewhere up on the roof,

Like a squirrel that chatters and taunts me - hey, are you sure?

Unproven conjectures are teasers that I must endure!

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Ultraviolet

 I understand that birds and bees

See ultraviolet frequencies. 

I cannot say the same for me -

I must make do with normal colors. 

The bees may say my vision’s duller,

But let them buzz about - just let them!

I’m still happy with our spectrum!

Monday, June 17, 2024

Vocab of the Bard

 One of the puzzles about Shakespeare, that playwright from the past,

Is that his vocabulary appears to have been truly vast,

Including technical terms from different arts and trades. 

How could so much learning be displayed

When he hadn’t really spent much time in school?

My guess is he studied while sitting on a stool

At local taverns - that his brain somehow stored

Material most people would have ignored. 


Wednesday, June 12, 2024

I Often Think

I often think 
About the Sphinx 
Which almost defies comprehension. 
 It’s a humanoid cat 
With an odd-looking hat 
Designed to attract attention. 
 How were they skilled 
 Enough to build 
A thing of such dimensions?

Friday, June 07, 2024

Cost

 Rich and powerful people, dragged through the dirt,

Hauled before judges, haughty but hurt,

Some of them seem like their souls are just lost.

The money sounds good... but what was the cost?

Thursday, April 04, 2024

Cardinal

 I inquired of a cardinal,

What’s with the red?

Wouldn’t camouflage brown

Be safer instead?

He pondered it briefly 

And breezily said:

My breed’s really not

The cowering kind. 

We like to stand out,

Easy to find,

Ready to fight

If you’ve trouble in mind,

And let me just add

That the females I know

Are very selective 

In choosing a beaux,

But seem rather fond

Of a feathery show.

Sphinx

 You might think that by now the Sphinx

Would have sunk into the sand,

But it sits and never slinks,

Never scratches, never blinks,

Looking out across the land,

As some ancient sculptor planned.

Holding Holiness

They build churches

To hold holiness,

But then we worship

Things measureless,

And uncontainable. 

Still… sometimes attainable. 

The song of a bird at sunset,

As the evening star pokes through the blue,

It will not stay, and yet,

It plucks a string in you,

No words, all feel,

Just real. 

Rabbit Stew

 When we were kids, my father thought it was funny

To claim that he would catch the Easter Bunny,

And make a rabbit stew - a tasty way 

To celebrate a happy holiday. 

When Sunday came, he’d say the news was grim -

The bunny had again outsmarted him,

First stopping by our house with candy and eggs,

Then hopping over the trap with nimble legs!