Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I
Argue about the freedom of the will.
My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cow
Roped out to grass, and free you know as far
As the length of the rope.
One day while arguing so, watching the cow
Pull at the rope to get beyond the circle
Which she had eaten bare,
Out came the stake, and tossing up her head,
She ran for us.
Dear love, though I am a hopeless correspondent,
I found your letter habits lacking too
Till I received your card from H.-lulu.
It made me more-than-slightly-less despondent
To see how you transformed your ocean swim
Among dumb bubble-blowers into meters
And daffy rhymes about exotic tweeters
Beyond your balcony at 2 a.m.
I went to bed when you went to Hawaii,
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese
And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze
As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold
And zany yellow as the one that spoiled
Three thousand guineas' worth of property
And crops at Godwin's Farm on Saturday
Is frightening---as fact and metaphor:
An ordinary match intended for
The lighting of a pipe or kitchen fire
Misused may set a whole menagerie
In the World language, sometimes called
Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola
under it is a symbol for speculation.
Thumbs down to ear and tongue:
World can be written and read, even painted
but not spoken. People use their own words.
Latin letters are in it for names, for e.g.
OK and H2S O4, for musical notes,
Go, bring back the worthless stick.
"Of memory," I almost added.
But she wouldn't understand, naturally.
There is the word and the thing
adhering. So far so good.
Metaphor, drawer of drafting tools--
spill it on the study floor, animal says,
that we might at least see
The ending starts here and now, right where you are sitting.
You might be reading this aloud, wondering just what you're beginning.
Entwined and bound together with leather,
These pages, these words once simple thoughts
Transferred from my brain to yours, and with my pleasure.
Endless adventures await, some we have sought, and even more
Show me experiences you'd like to explore.
Yes, fun and laughter we shall share!
Let's dress for the occasion
Like honeysuckle, that moment
so sweet, delicate, and fleeting
If you can find that word
to capture the essence
of that vitality,
soon you'll see
a gentle kingdom of
life at ease
It must have been the butterfly
With broken wings
That made me suffer
As I watched it try to flutter
It was consumed by the gravity of death
It’s beauty fading in its body
It must have been my yearning
To be freed from my own cage
In which I could relate