February 13, 2006


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.


Androphenese said...

true, true...

Androphenese said...

did you compose that composition of compositority

Androphenese 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.