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“The Daily News”

“The Daily News”

The daily news finds respite high atop a rock
In some secluded spot not far from a puddle, brother to a brook;
The one report remarks that from withered history poetry is mined, a book,
Weathered, perhaps, its stipend possibly a set of sapphire keys to open locks
And doors whose wrought iron hinges run the risk of rust from residue—
It rains, you see—and twice forever close in on themselves, recreated, redefined
Adjusted to all that might have been, “had the runes been kind,
And then some!” Coded in the syntax of yet another, “This might be true,
But possibly nothing more than the glory of the many in the few.”
There is a blindness in the accidental radiance of a season, thorns
Of beauty, blight of disaffected action, unintended factions born
Of limitations, fractions of qualities and attributes that mask the subtle blues
And greens of ocean deeps in living chrysalides of collecting highland dew; the essences
Of truths bend with greater force in time than proceeds gleaned from all the senses.

“Lady P: Yes, Well…”

In reply to a beautiful note sent to me…


“Lady P: Yes, Well…”

Yes, well, after all, at least for you and me
There’s everything and all and even more through truth and honesty;
We grope at times, yes! but never quite make or break the call
From perfection to perfection gaining ground then risking all.
But, there’s the rub, the same for everyone who breathes
To live and not the other way around: as boiling lava seethes
So, too, the will from time to time relieves itself, erupts and then must cool
To build tomorrow’s fortress in the season’s rut. Know  that fools
And angels build as well on sand as on a known caldera
Seeing safety’s but a syllable, a symbol, chimera
Of the mind or possibly a maxim born of boredom
And nothing more than light conversation over hay or sorghum
With a denizen of Hell, itself, who’s merely waiting for a train,
And you with no umbrella to protect you from the evening rain.