RANDOM POEMS 42
-saiom shriver-
FROM EIGHT TO ZERO
She turned the rubber
band 8 from the mars
desire of duality
into the 0 of
nondesire
by untwisting it.
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3 CUPS
A broken heart is a broken
cup.. which can hold
pens and pencils but
not the waters of joy.
The pens dipped into
endless suffering's ink
.. help to release it.
A young heart is
an unbroken cup which can
hold the waters of happiness.
A mature heart is
an insulated cup..
strong enough to hold
the heat of anger without
passing it on to others.
IRISH IRIS
The Irish iris
predates the veils of Isis
transmutes the light of Sirius
is ever calm in crisis
APPLESAUCE 2
Spherical firm apples
are sold as is.
Bruised misshapen
apples more quickly
become applesauce.
Wave smashed water
more quickly becomes mist.
The imperfect
are sometimes
more quickly liberated.
FLITTING THRUSH
Have you ever seen a saffron field
full of bright orange stars
a tiger lily meadow blush
strewn with dottings of paintbrush
a fruited tree studded with
a flock of flitting thrush
(to Nancy L whose father gave
each of his children a flower..
hers was the tiger lily)
IRIS PARCHMENT
As always of old
the iris bud unfolds
her gilded parchment
of background gold
but the eye's iris
will unroll
the endless scroll
of her own soul
past where sea
foals
past the shoals
past dry land's
attempts to control
DAWN GREETING
dusk clouds setting
the sun did firesinge
gold fingered glowing
with adoring tinge
and then he slid away
but brought out his final rays
..
a light filled syringe
squirted last cloud with
a rosy fringe
and then he was gone
or so we thought
until he dripped through
morning's gate hinge
(to Jennifer, flower multiplier and songstress)