The Blog of DonkeyOkie: June 2013

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Reality Squared

Reality squared

Impoverished beings that we are

Equals the square root of our hope

That we are something more.

The truth we know rewrites itself

Disordered anew to resonate

With chaotic drift to landing place

The harbor of our souls to compensate

With golden coins of history

Stamped with human face of deity.

Reality squared

To dust and ash our bodies revert

Equals the square root of our hope

That we are . . .

That we are more than the cuneiform,

papyrus, vellum, cloud drive of our words.

Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #155.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

I wrote letters to my father
He never wrote me back

I said my prayers to God
He gave me but a book

The voice I sought to guide me
Paternalistic hidden

I now wish for a seahorse
To carry me through the flood

A pony express through time
To the man who heard my voice

And under jealous eye of goddess
His naiad I would be

Dancing on the moonlit lake
From which the horse does drink

Waiting to carry off two lovers
In memoriam

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Crypto Cat

Suspicion frowns upon the black panther

Whose myth resurfaces four times a year

Like a season of fear when the woods won't breathe

And its creatures won't stir to brave stalking death.

When somewhere in the backwoods

Two hunters meet, eye to eye, breath to breath,

The two-legged speaks, "Your black coat is mine."

The four-legged smiles a Cheshire smile, "You won't want to go there."

And each released from sudden blindness, brothers part,
Contenders for a greater truth
As elsewhere the debate goes on:
Puma jaguarundi or melanistic cougar crypto cat.

And renewed the mistrust and spewed the disrespect

Between the experts of the ivory towers

And woodsmen of the virgin bowers

Contending the range of the elusive beast.