May 29. '13
Sonnet On Line
To take off with any word through time
Challenges the sonnet beyond capacity -
It cannot hold a train of thought and memory -
How much more if one considers the word 'line'.
For a line in reality is infinite -
Even though, like light or a circle, it bends.
Whereas "hold that line" is a mark most definite,
An ideal line is something that never ends.
The 'line' is turning out a long discovery -
I can take it to the beginning of all things created,
And show how everything is inter-related;
A line is essential for the past's recovery.
The sonnet is limited on detail and fact -
But for fourteen lines it does 'pretty good' for the abstract.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
U.S.A.
May 29, '13
U.S.A.
I wish to make it clear from the start -
Jerusalem is my spiritual city of birth -
I love its stones - I love its earth,
But I have a dual-citizen heart.
United States of the great American way -
You have always had your defamers,
But I was born in Phila. - city of the Framers,
And I'm proud to be "made in the USA".
U - endowed by the Creator with life and liberty -
S - say can you see the stars and stripes -
A - land of faultlines yet brave and free -
U.S. of the Constitution and Bill of Rights.
Simple would it be if I was a citizen of one nation,
But the heart if a gracious land, looking kindly
on annexation.
April 24, '13
Unseasonable Weather
When I consider my inner weather -
How I can ride a string of sunny days -
And from nowhere grey clouds obscure my skies -
I say: weather is nothing if not a metaphor.
What's the meaning in an April so unseasonable?
I, for one, don't mind winter months in spring.
Roses are no worse off for the cold and rain -
That doesn't make it less unreasonable.
People say it's a spiritual maelstrom -
Cosmic forces affecting the oceanic.
Incidents abound of hurricanes and hailstorms -
The talk tends to be messianic.
It's safe to say that outer turmoil and reversal
Are a metaphor for the inner - and vice versal.
Unseasonable Weather
When I consider my inner weather -
How I can ride a string of sunny days -
And from nowhere grey clouds obscure my skies -
I say: weather is nothing if not a metaphor.
What's the meaning in an April so unseasonable?
I, for one, don't mind winter months in spring.
Roses are no worse off for the cold and rain -
That doesn't make it less unreasonable.
People say it's a spiritual maelstrom -
Cosmic forces affecting the oceanic.
Incidents abound of hurricanes and hailstorms -
The talk tends to be messianic.
It's safe to say that outer turmoil and reversal
Are a metaphor for the inner - and vice versal.
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