"If we were not haunted by the mystery of the world, we wouldn't realize nothing." –Jack Kerouac
Is poetry alive – or dead? Or both? What matters if the meter loses change Or marvels nature’s metaphysic growth? A shattered vase turns any culture strange.
These losses are enormous on the stock Exchange, where brokers bet on futures, rue The roulette spin whose snake eyes drop, and hock What’s left of pension plans to balance through.
Ignored and ignorant, the troubadours Seem threadbare hummingbirds unto themselves, Enraptured when some metaphor restores Feeling to sound, and that dichotomy delves
Into these mirrors of desire to make Imaginary numbers calculate.
"If we were not haunted by the mystery of the world, we wouldn't realize nothing." –Jack Kerouac
ReplyDeleteIs poetry alive – or dead? Or both?
What matters if the meter loses change
Or marvels nature’s metaphysic growth?
A shattered vase turns any culture strange.
These losses are enormous on the stock
Exchange, where brokers bet on futures, rue
The roulette spin whose snake eyes drop, and hock
What’s left of pension plans to balance through.
Ignored and ignorant, the troubadours
Seem threadbare hummingbirds unto themselves,
Enraptured when some metaphor restores
Feeling to sound, and that dichotomy delves
Into these mirrors of desire to make
Imaginary numbers calculate.
[Disposable Sonnet August 11, 2010]
Dr. Mike
An empty box has the same worth as a full box.
ReplyDeleteWhy must a box be filled?
An empty box also has purpose.