We're crucified on space-time axes,
trapped in monotonic old to new
progress. The only lesson
we've learned is that the cup
won't take back the spilled milk. A couple
of your co-workers got the axe?
That word "downturn" is all over the news
and there's not much we can do to lessen
the impact. That's a grim lesson.
That's an awfully bitter cup
to drink in the shadow of the axe
or the hangman's noose.
Earth rolls slowly into a new
year, and the darkness lessens
like ink pouring out of a cup
tilted along the planet's axis.
Each new year guarantees access
to a couple more lessons.
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Sunday, January 04, 2009
New Lessons
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10 comments:
great one! liked it very much.
Clever!
each day is a new learning opportunity. a nice write
So very timely and well said. I love how you build art with words.
Surely, this is truth. Nice work!
I think I'm learning something new too, nicely done!
I love the freedom of your rhymes: axe/axis/access; lessen/lesson and news/noose. This is a lesson for me too. And you've written on a topical subject.
"the darkness lessens
like ink pouring out of a cup
tilted along the planet's axis."
Love this!
Fantastic job keeping all the repeated words zingy!
Your use of the language is so very flexible. When I read your poem I knew I should just slog through and try to write one of these forms.
Very True, each new day brings something new and definitely worth learning if only we pay attn :)
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