[Ed Shacklee]

Television

Hug me, mother of noise,
Find me a hiding place.
I am afraid of my voice.
I do not like my face.

xxx- Anne Stevenson

[FOsen]

A poor thing, but -

After Sū San

Bed with you
was Mount Olympus
but now you’ve gone,
it’s just white plains again.

Frank

[Roger Slater]

Ed Conti has a million of them, but I've always been especially fond of this one, whose title (if it had one) I forget. Ed will forgive me if I've mangled it, but this is the way I remember it:

Life is a journey
that ends on a gurney.

[Mary Meriam]

Amateur Astronomy

The constellations in her vast dark eyes

Induce a host of telescopes to rise.

—Don Thackrey

[Shawn P. Canon]

Originally Posted by Ed Shacklee

Television

Hug me, mother of noise,
Find me a hiding place.
I am afraid of my voice.
I do not like my face.

xxx- Anne Stevenson

Hi Ed: When I was a freshman in high school in 1962, my biology teacher called the TV the 'idiot box'. This candid short poem states the TV on other clear notes of varied planes.
MAHALOS, Shawn

[Ed Shacklee]

Stevenson does show 'the soul of wit' in that poem, Shawn. It illuminates so much without giving an easy out or answer. I so admire poets who have that gift.

Ed




I had gone broke, and got set to come back,
And lost, on a hot day and a fast track,
On a long shot at long odds, a black mare
By Hatred out of Envy by Despair.

xxxxx- J. V. Cunningham

[Jesse Anger]

One of my favs.

The Owl

Beneath her nest
a shrew’s head,
a finch’s beak
and the bones
of a quail attest

the owl devours
the hour,
and disregards
the rest.

wendy v.

[John Whitworth]

The clanking and wanking of Her Majesty's prisons.

Gavin Ewart