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.
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