Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The Poor Among Us


Who are the truly poor among us?

Those who have little to eat?
Or those with more than enough
and no will to share their bounty?

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...


More musical sound, please…

Music is not music without sound.
The swelling of the ground in spring
Resounds between those earthen mounds
That echo beats from threadbare wings.

Mahler stood in his retreat, deep
In the Alps, brooding over notes
He heard all nature sing to sleep
His dying children, burned to motes.

When beauty is too cruel, the blind
Are seared by savage light,
And in hysteria unwind
The rapture of the night.

[Disposable Poem October 1, 2013]
Dr. Mike