Ekphrastic
An Aeolian Harp
Introduction A line inspired this in the Tony Wilson book "Twenty Four Hour Party People" While Tony Wilson was sometimes mad and way out, he was also an intellectual, and either I didn't know or had forgotten the story of the Aeolian Harp. Don't you think Aeolian is a strange and beautiful word?
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 5 days ago in Poets
Stop Reaching
I still have that basketball net γγγγγγ When she thinks everyone's sleeping Not to play with, you understand γγγγγγ It makes me wonder about why mom cries in the bathroom at night That impossibly high basketball net γγγγγγ "Just listen to your father, son. Please. Man up. Don't back chat...please. for me" For the little runt, pipsqueak, I was γγγγγγ Because I can't yet reach it or throw high enough When he erected it γγγγγγ Is going to reward me for crying I remember thinking, believing γγγγγγ Who could easily lift me to the net In the excitement of one day γγγγγγ No hand outs or punts by father Landing a three pointer γγγγγγ "When you're taller, when you're a man, maybe you'll reach the net." My father taught me a valuable lesson γγγγγγ When you earn it and don't step outside your station About life and expectations γγγγγγ Spoils of success are better when you work for it Concerning rewards and earnings γγγγγγ They say "son, be patient" But really he was teaching me γγγγγγ But mom and dad tell me it's only a matter of time About knowing your place γγγγγγ Stop reaching Looking upwards γγγγγγ Keep myself small Can feel intimidating γγγγγγ to cause arguments. In the wrong context γγγγγγ Make things less likely At least that's what I've always believed γγγγγγ to do things different. There are highs too extreme γγγγγγ Just trying each day In the wrong context γγγγγγ that might cause irritation. I'm trying γγγγγγ about stuff to do that more γγγγγγ Talk lesser these days. γγγγγγ these days. Talk less γγγγγγ to do that more about stuff γγγγγγ I'm trying that might cause irritation. γγγγγγ In the wrong context Just trying each day γγγγγγ There are highs too extreme to do things different. γγγγγγ At least that's what I've always believed Make things less likely γγγγγγ In the wrong context to cause arguments. γγγγγγ Can feel intimidating Keep myself small γγγγγγ Looking upwards Stop reaching γγγγγγ About knowing your place But mom and dad tell me it's only a matter of time γγγγγγ But really he was teaching me They say "son, be patient" γγγγγγ Concerning rewards and earnings Spoils of success are better when you work for it γγγγγγ About life and expectations When you earn it and don't step outside your station γγγγγγ My father taught me a valuable lesson "When you're taller, when you're a man, maybe you'll reach the net." γγγγγγ Landing a three pointer No hand outs or punts by father γγγγγγ In the excitement of one day Who could easily lift me to the net γγγγγγ I remember thinking, believing Is going to reward me for crying γγγγγγ When he erected it Because I can't yet reach it or throw high enough γγγγγγ For the little runt, pipsqueak, I was "Just listen to your father, son. Please. Man up. Don't back chat...please. for me" γγγγγγ That impossibly high basketball net It makes me wonder about why mom cries in the bathroom at night γγγγγγ Not to play with, you understand When she thinks everyone's sleeping γγγγγγ I still have that basketball net
By Paul Stewart11 days ago in Poets
Long Weekend
Itβs not uncommon to get some snow in OctoberΒ where Iβm from, images pass our window as the rose colour sets in. Itβs impossible passing by to see inside, impossible not to stare, you canβt help but admire its briefness. I avoid turkey too and everything else that separates dark from light. Sunflower hang their heads, the birds hang around just a little longer, the last day of the long weekend not much to say.
By Gerry Thibeault12 days ago in Poets
