Sunday, September 30, 2018

When last I looked

Said the captain to first mate
"It must be something that I ate

for when I look across the sea
and think of what it all could be

then taste the salty swell of fate
I find the will to recreate

the empty canvas I did see
when last I looked across the sea."

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

There's a bard in my yard

What if
though all we teach our young
be naught but dreams we teach ourselves 
so we
in the throes of later-aged ambition
to be more upon the stage
than aged babes 
(domestic ciphers, suckling, passive, small accounted in the public eye, 
sweeping dust to dust and daily circling mile on mile)
in quiet contemplation
hidden watched the generations flow?
While everywhere impetuous glories
spilled from restless minds 
and caused calamitous clash
and magnificent ornament of the soul,
and children 
uprooted on life’s playground
felt the rousing slap
and challenge of the intellect’s 
swampy doubt
and thought not of quiet corners
but of noisy triumph on the field!

Demanding that we set aside
The limits of our scope
And take them on a joyous ride
Of certitude and hope

ISIS: A virtual reality

[ This piece is reposted from 4/9/22, updated in the context of Israel vs. Hamas and Ukraine vs. Russia, with reference to the recent ISI...