Friday, August 29, 2014

Alienation of Time

Eternal swinging of loose clock
hands like mirrors of broken
emptiness as in an endless lake
or swift leggéd horse of life
dream in nightmare
unknown in time.

A bleeding heart of time
drips on the face of the clock
as it hides in a nightmare
which has been broken
by the reality of life
shone in ripples of a lake.

For more, see Alienation of Time

This is a slightly revised high school poem (circa 1974-75); it won a competition for high school poets held by the Poetry Society of Oklahoma. Retyping it now, almost 30 years later, I see a lot of flaws.  Kind of amazed it won an award; might have been an "A for effort" in recognition of my attempt to write a sestina.

The school administration learned of the award through a blurb in the local paper.  I was essentially strong-armed into bringing the award (a small certificate in a plastic holder) to school so the principal could hand it to me at a school awards assembly.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Idée d’jour

When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.
— Vietnamese Proverb

Friday, August 22, 2014

Idée d’jour

Sometimes I think I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
Diana Britt

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Idée d’jour

Nothing is more real than nothing.
Samuel Beckett

Monday, August 18, 2014

Idée d’jour

If you want your dreams to come true, don't oversleep.
— Yiddish Proverb