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On the Death of Icons
for C.M
The ones who helped to stitch together
the fabric of your world--
maybe they sang and strummed,
played games professionally,
acted, stood in the hell of politics
speaking of heaven, wrote a poem
or book you fell into, or by some other
means told you who you were and
weren't. When another one of these goes
over the falls that drop into no pool forever,
you find yourself in a narrow canyon, all
alone, as bewildered as a child, increasingly
indifferent to the path that leads
you out of there.
The ones who helped to stitch together
the fabric of your world--
maybe they sang and strummed,
played games professionally,
acted, stood in the hell of politics
speaking of heaven, wrote a poem
or book you fell into, or by some other
means told you who you were and
weren't. When another one of these goes
over the falls that drop into no pool forever,
you find yourself in a narrow canyon, all
alone, as bewildered as a child, increasingly
indifferent to the path that leads
you out of there.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Emily Dickinson on Twitter
I'll leave it to
my forest friends
to tweet --
mellifluent --
and brief --
and often sweet.
Their message
stays the same --
"We are! We are!"
They travel here --
each spring --
from very far.
Of PC -- of Mac --
of Twitter account --
they have no need.
Just throat --
and beak -- and tiny
tongue for reed.
Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom
my forest friends
to tweet --
mellifluent --
and brief --
and often sweet.
Their message
stays the same --
"We are! We are!"
They travel here --
each spring --
from very far.
Of PC -- of Mac --
of Twitter account --
they have no need.
Just throat --
and beak -- and tiny
tongue for reed.
Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom
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