“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label roles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roles. Show all posts
Monday, February 3, 2020
316 million tons: Our weight on the world
Deadweight
Feels heavier
Without a light source
Emitting and casting off more than
Darkness which regenerates
On itself
Like a quiet tumor
Reaching
Look at Atlas,
His flexed muscles
Atop his torso
Showing his amassed
Strength and Dilemmas,
Symbolic
The woman is rounded
Into fetal position
Cradling her empty
Gut, where lead linings
Rust
She must endure
the pulseless womb
Internally,
Empty
He will never feel this weight
Carried
in her pit, shriveling up
Potential
Against will
She will take on more
Despite this moment
Wedged under a
Ticking clock
Like counting down
Our rock planet teeters
Without her brace
It would be wise of man to
Expect the Fall.
Painting by Adolph von Menzel (1815-1905), 'Sister Emily sleeping' c. 1848 in Public Domain.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Social security
Unless you were born
a boy
with silky chestnut hair
shaped like a perfect bowl of soft wound thread
nested as in a kitten ball
atop an angelic head dappled with
a sole magic dimple under the high arched
cheekbone amidst
perfectly placed and sized features,
jawlines of a steed,
eyes of witches hazel,
long indulgent black lashes,
long limber legs, strong steel shoulders
broad aspirations
long ago,
No-
you will not be chosen
as the one that was
a man for all ages
a perfect fit,
the right breed,
hand(y)some or skillful.
The rest shall be
Employees.
Painting by Benjamin Haydon [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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