Poem: On your asking
You asked me what it was all about, Why men and women dwelt so much On the slanting tangents Of come vague philosophy And what I felt it was, and why It was like this? Sometimes, then, to answer your questions, I dress my thoughts in brilliant costumes, Beautiful, eloquent words, But to tell the truth There is no way I can really say Anything at all; People have experienced these things--and these Things are better felt, after all. As to the 'why' Hanging over your brow Like a dark raincloud of expectancy-- That you must resolve for yourself Before the thunder finally breaks…. ---- ----- ----- --------- --------- ----------- * Orig published in 'Bitter Oleander' , USA, 2012