Friday, December 28, 2012

Are We?

Are we the water of a river?
or are we the river that contains water?
Is the sky too complex
or is it easier than we perceive?
A Book,
    A Poem;
A Case, and
    Our plight:
We're reminded of black and white,
and we know it well how dark contrasts light,
so what about what's in between?

Friday, December 14, 2012

After Work By Richard Jones



coming up from the subway
into the cool Manhattan evening,
I feel rough hands on my hearts-
women in the market yelling
over rows of tomatoes and peppers,
old men sitting on a stoop playing cards,
Cabbies cursing each other with fists
while the music of church bells
sails over the street,
and the father, angry and tired
after working all day,
embracing his little girl,
kissing her,
mi vida, mi corazon,
brushing the hair out of her eyes,
so she can see.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Counting The Mad By Donald Justice

This one was put in a jacket,
this one was sent home,
this one was given bread and meat,
But would eat none,
And this one cried No No No No No
all day long.
.
This one looked at the window
as though it were a wall,
This one saw things that were not there,
This one show things that were,
And this one cried No No No No No
all day long.
.
This one thought himself a bird,
This one a dog,
and this one thought himself a man,
An ordinary man,
And cried and cried No No No No No
all day long.