Framed
Where is Everything that Escapes?
How did I become this gray,
decrepit creature in the mirror,
splotched and sagging?
Whatever august grace and wisdom
I imagined when young and harassed
escapes the mirror's crisp edges.
Limits
We can apprehend beauty only
by framing it with the photographic
paper's edge or the novel's margins
and bookends. The whole of it
always eludes us and we sense
we are missing something
beyond our small horizons.
Indictment
I stand accused by the cats'
judgmental eyes of having let
the bottom of the bowl appear
with its threat of hunger.
You Abandon Beauty
The light leaks out of your eyes
in search of clearer lenses
and fewer wrinkles in the lids.
The body grows tired of so much
demand for attention to be paid.
How did I become this gray,
decrepit creature in the mirror,
splotched and sagging?
Whatever august grace and wisdom
I imagined when young and harassed
escapes the mirror's crisp edges.
Limits
We can apprehend beauty only
by framing it with the photographic
paper's edge or the novel's margins
and bookends. The whole of it
always eludes us and we sense
we are missing something
beyond our small horizons.
Indictment
I stand accused by the cats'
judgmental eyes of having let
the bottom of the bowl appear
with its threat of hunger.
You Abandon Beauty
The light leaks out of your eyes
in search of clearer lenses
and fewer wrinkles in the lids.
The body grows tired of so much
demand for attention to be paid.
Darkly poignant, dead-on insight here. This is familiar, too--too familiar, as if I might have written it myself.
and bookends. The whole of it
always eludes us and we sense
we are missing something
beyond our small horizons.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Erika.
All good, and for their appearance we can thank most obviously the cats' mercy (apart from your good work, Gary).
Good poems, Gary.
Thank you, Edward.
Thank you, Sam.
*All of them. ***Limits. xxoononnie
Thank you, Nonnie.
Good stuff, Gary, Always nice to see a mention of cats!
Thank you, Kitty.
Ah, yes, the cat's indictment. All good observations about deflating and wrinkling. *
Thank you, Daniel.
Ya gotta hate those "mirror's crisp edges"! Even while escaping into the poems wry admissions.
Thank you, Ed.
Truth is not always beauty.*
Thank you, Tim.
*, Gary. Fine poetry. I'll buy the whole assessment package. I really like this verse.
Thank you, David.