flexagon: (racing-turtle)
...inspired by [livejournal.com profile] turtlefly14, who did one a while back. Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] nevers.

Over straining
hands my body, a wand of soft
willow, tries to mimic bone. Behind my gaze
joy kindles as balance catches; gravity will win, but not now, not yet.
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As they roam over grassland
the elephants cast
a blue river of shadows.
Their ears flap as they listen.

One evening, caught
in icy wind,
the traffic snarling,
I saw for one moment
their fluent stride, and heard
a quiet in Africa,
hum without menace.
They listened to sunlight,
and flowed
onward, unhurried.
they are there
Each in turn
enters the river of blue.
flexagon: (putt putt putt)
May Day
by Phillis Levin

I've decided to waste my life again,
Like I used to: get drunk on
The light in the leaves, find a wall
Against which something can happen,

Whatever may have happened
Long ago--let a bullet hole echoing
The will of an executioner, a crevice
In which a love note was hidden,

Be a cell where a struggling tendril
Utters a few spare syllables at dawn.
I've decided to waste my life
In a new way, to forget whoever

Touched a hair on my head, because
It doesn't matter what came to pass,
Only that it passed, because we repeat
Ourselves, we repeat ourselves.

I've decided to walk a long way
Out of the way, to allow something
Dreaded to waken for no good reason,
Let it go without saying,

Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this.

Of course, I still have to survive that long, and dig myself out of a few holes first. No, I've never been too clear on how digging gets anyone out of a hole, but what that really means is "I'm going back to my problem set now." And laundry.


Oct. 21st, 2007 10:31 am
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I think I read this twice before realizing it not only rhymes, but is a most traditional sonnet.

A Primer of the Daily Round
by Howard Nemerov

A peels an apple, while B kneels to God,
C telephones to D, who has a hand
On E's knee, F coughs, G turns up the sod
For H's grave, I do not understand
But J is bringing one clay pigeon down
While K brings down a nightstick on L's head,
And M takes mustard, N drives into town,
O goes to bed with P, and Q drops dead,
R lies to S, but happens to be heard
By T, who tells U not to fire V
For having to give W the word
That X is now deceiving Y with Z,
Who happens just now to remember A
Peeling an apple somewhere far away.


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