in all evidence
there is some interpretation
I seek a world of my own
walking in a strange land
time I must certainly find
to wait in silence
for my world to end
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Metaphors
STAY
all too often I do not understand your ways
so I simply remain here in my world
I find that if I stay still for long periods
moss tends to grow around my feet
a colorless breeze blows right through me
there is a certain beauty in vagueness
SUBTLE
above that sleek bulging body
see those hour-glass blood red
spots on that bulging abdomen
watch as she weaves her web
forbidden fruit proffered
in weakness I did eat
TENEBROUS SUGGESTIONS
A vile, strange smelling concoction
slowly stirred by a wooden ladle
bubbles madly in an iron cauldron
blackened by countless ancient fires
in a cave beneath mountainous roots
with a meager light coming from coals
over which simmers his noxious brew
a stooped figure continues silently working
accompanied by shadows that dance in time
with swirling motions of his wooden staff
vague light reflected from sooted panes
offer tenebrous suggestions of lidded jars:
jars, pots, vials, vats, that offer no clue
to whatever might be hidden therein
mysteries to make Pandora’s denizens
seem paltry and tame by comparison
faint hints of things that seem to shiver
anticipating in this almost light of madness
created by pallid flames generated by a fire
that seems to burn without benefit of fuel
faster, faster, faster, goes that wooden staff
pinch of this, dash of that, into the boiling pot
as with reckless abandon there begins a chant
a cloud slowly forms not quite hiding a figure
who has now become a prisoner in its midst
a breeze springs from nowhere bringing change
chill is carried throughout this hidden cavern
as heavy silence suddenly becomes cacophony
a fire truck has arrived at long last bringing
relief to Father’s latest cooking catastrophe
SPARK
once my words burned brightly
cheerful flames dancing figures
then my living took me far away
in my haste I failed to bank my fire
now my days are spent sifting ashes
seeking for just one elusive spark
to help rekindle those dancing flames
a new phrase
we are all familiar with the phrase
made by Ralph Waldo Emerson
“the shot heard round the world”
about that first shot of the American
Revolution after it rang out at Concord
after all these generations have passed
going forward from that fateful day
now a new thought comes into play
as high above us circling through space
astronauts gazing toward endless space
wondering if the rumor could be true
that someone actually wants to send cows
into space so they can see if milk production
“falls” off during periods of zero gravity
yet you must ask your self if a new phrase
would soon come to be bandied about
maybe “the herd shot round the world”
Daylight Savings Time
That time of year is almost here
coming this next weekend
late at night our clocks will change
move one hour forward: for what?
only a government can think
cutting one end off a blanket
and sewing it on the other
will make a longer blanket
