Saturday, August 17, 2024
Where do Sunflowers go in August? - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Where do Sunflowers go in August?
May our love for the Sun, the will of
God, be as strong as the sunflower’s…
-attributed to St. John of Tobolsk
With the mower I took the
sunflowers down
The withered remnants,
stalks and heads and seeds
Those few remaining seeds
rejected by the birds
For reasons of their own
With the mower I circled
‘round and round
Building a thickish thatch
as a sort of nest
For seeds in anticipation of
autumn
The seasons know their own
With the mower I saw high summer
gone
I mowed – or had I mown?
Thursday, August 15, 2024
The Gravitas of Our Vice-Presidential Candidates - a poem, but not a very good one
Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Gravitas of Our Vice-Presidential Candidates
In the end it was the worst speaker of the lot who received the most applause. People made no effort to follow him and merely roared approval at his every word…
Doctor Zhivago, p. 36
Like high school boys behind the old school gym
In micturic dispute about distance and size
Two men exchange puerile scurrilities
A pair of puffed-up potty-mouthed posers
They know all about army guns ‘n’ stuff
Each hero manque’ stuffier than the other
About their ranks and tanks and thousand-yard-stares
And whose AR is the bigger one
Like high school boys behind the old school gym –
And why must we the people put up with them?
Monday, August 12, 2024
Four Fresh Limes - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Four Fresh Limes
When my neighbor left four
fresh limes at my door
The universe did not hold
its breath
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