Wednesday, March 10, 2021

The Fiftieth Poem

This is where we lose it . . .

Large and Tiny, Large and Tiny

Beware all large and tiny creatures,
from those that make gunk that dries in the eyes,
all night, like nature's cosmetic features,
to those that spawn one-that-got-away lies,

for this poem makes the fiftieth one
I've torn from the living rock of ages:
each weighs on my mind as many a ton
sprinkled like grains of sand 'cross these pages.

And that's the end. Nothing more. Bye.


At 8:36 AM, Blogger Kevin Kim said...

I've never read fifty-times-many sandy tons of poetry before. Quite gritty.

At 9:03 AM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

Sort of like my Great-Grandmother, always down to knitty-gritty with those knitting needles!

Jeffery Hodges

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At 7:10 AM, Blogger Carter Kaplan said...

The epigrammatic art of the profound-yet-ephemeral encomium...

At 10:09 AM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our nitty-gritty lies.

Jeffery Hodges

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