Vaidy’s Weblog

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse – JOHN MILTON 

A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder – JOHN KEATS

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry – W. B. YEATS

Pithy prose indeed from poets! Here’s a poem of mine.

A Pebble 

Here a pebble, there another,

A cluster, a scattering,

All in agreeable anonymity. 

Pick one up, and study,

Close your eyes, and

Toss it away gently,

To occupy a new location. 

If you trust your eyes,

Try to retrieve it, or

If you gave it a secret name,

Whisper it, to elicit a subtle response. 

You pick one anyway,

Does it feel the same?

Can you sense a communication? 

If you ask me,

A pebble is never the pebble,

A pebble is always another pebble. 

If you feel like another, http://pensonfire.com/archives/December/beautiful.html