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the size of a poem

the sun is a point in the cosmos,

the earth, but a mere speck of dust,

and i’m a small ant on that anthill

just doing the small things that i must.

***

and so the whole thing makes me wonder,

here, in my minuscule home:

if i should jot down some small verses,

then what is the size of that poem?

***

Is it as big as the cosmos,

or infinitesimally small?

perhaps when it comes to poetry,

the truth is that one size fits all.

–photo not by me

sasha

taking in an old dog, whose owner had died,

i was told that he rarely took her outside,

so i tore off her collar and threw it away,

and we went on adventures day after day.

and though she was here for only two years,

i think of her now and it brings me to tears,

but deep in my heart, i am forever glad

that i gave her the best years she’d ever had.

–image by ai

dance of the madmen (archives)

in the dark

before the dawn

eos slips

her mantle on

and madmen dance

out on the lawn

spin, scuttle, clop

for in the light

a toothless grin

or sunken eye

or drooling chin

betrays the madness

deep within

spin, scuttle, clop

and as the damning

daylight spreads

they waltz their way

back to their beds

to dance all day

inside their heads

spin, scuttle, clop

–image by ai