February 13, 2006

Resignation

At the risk of perpetrating a cliche
I must admit-- the light in this room
Is golden. Just plain golden.

There's nothing I can do about it,
Either. Not even the most original
Flight of poetic fancy

Will render this light anything
But golden. Humph. Ah well--
One must resign one's self

And recall that all the best things
Are cliches; from golden light to poetry to
Love, and that most of all.

5 comments:

Ludwig said...

true, true...

Ludwig said...

did you compose that composition of compositority

Ludwig said...

come on, its not that hard of a question! just yei of nay will suffice...

fa-so-la-la said...

Sho did. It's my own, my precioussssssssss.

Nomos said...

I actually thought your poem started off with an iffy future, but as it progressed I liked it better and better, until finally I reached the end and thought, "this is a very good poem. We like it very much, don't we? Yes, we do."

Anyway, just wanted to congratulate you on another poem well written.