GREETING CARD
Hope floats -
a languid, ludicrous buoy:
bears no expectations
marks the lane
in which despair -
flipturn birth to death -
laps the murk
with killer swimmer's thighs
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
I'd buy twenty of these, like a shot :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. "Flipturn birth to death." So perfectly placed.
I'm imagining an entire line (Hellmark?), to commemorate moments like the 3 p.m. Sunday blues. Paired, naturally, with oddly appropriate napkin drawings.
ReplyDeleteInteresting comment on "flipturn". I move it every twenty minutes, like the new couch in an octagonal living room.