TDP: Ponderable and poem for Friday, May 7, 2010
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Alan Harris
May 7, 2010, 1:51:05 AM5/7/10
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The teeth of
adversity grow directly behind the smile of fortune.
Storm
when the storm comes
aprons turn into kites
and meadows roll up their grass
as you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm comes
all sayings gain great meaning
aha is as real as rocks
but the gale isn't hearing you
when the storm comes
the mast breaks away and floats off
before you can lash yourself to it
and the sirens won't stay on the shore
when the storm comes
the moon jumps under the cow
and laughs at the little dog
then takes back the spoon and the dish
when the storm comes
all yes becomes quite maybe
all no seems not so bad
as you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm comes
flowers recite scripture
trees are genuflecting
and logic's good for a laugh
when the storm comes
all history rolls up in a ball
all tomorrow was never heard of
and the now impossibly grins
when the storm comes
thunder and winter both weep
clouds seem turned by a crank
the crank turned by an ogre
* * *
when the storm abates
the waves all merge into one
which is as good as calm
but you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm is all over
the sun is back in its place
everything is everywhere again
but you're still not sure moons don't laugh
*******
when the storm comes
aprons turn into kites
and meadows roll up their grass
as you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm comes
all sayings gain great meaning
aha is as real as rocks
but the gale isn't hearing you
when the storm comes
the mast breaks away and floats off
before you can lash yourself to it
and the sirens won't stay on the shore
when the storm comes
the moon jumps under the cow
and laughs at the little dog
then takes back the spoon and the dish
when the storm comes
all yes becomes quite maybe
all no seems not so bad
as you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm comes
flowers recite scripture
trees are genuflecting
and logic's good for a laugh
when the storm comes
all history rolls up in a ball
all tomorrow was never heard of
and the now impossibly grins
when the storm comes
thunder and winter both weep
clouds seem turned by a crank
the crank turned by an ogre
* * *
when the storm abates
the waves all merge into one
which is as good as calm
but you hang on tight to unknowing
when the storm is all over
the sun is back in its place
everything is everywhere again
but you're still not sure moons don't laugh
*******
Alan Harris
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