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A Noiseless Patient Spider

Today is Walt Whitman’s birthday, he was born in 1819.

Whitman was a poetry man, I am not.

I know, I’m a Philistine in that area.

But, the man had talent, so I’ll honor him anyway!

Most of his poems are longer than my blog posts, this one is not!

 

A noiseless, patient spider,

I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;

Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,

It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;

Ever unreeling them – ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,

Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,

Carelessly musing, venturing, throwing, – seeking the spheres, to connect them;

Till the bridge you will need, be form’d – till the ductile anchor hold;

Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

 Whitman

The Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Sandburg
Carl Sandburg January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967
What more is there to say?

The Hunting Of The Snark.

Today is Lewis Carroll’s birthday.

Carroll

He was born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson in 1832.

Most remember him for Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.

I like to remember him for the poem The Hunting of the Snark.

I love snark.

It’s way too long to post, but you can find it by clicking here.

It really has nothing to do with my kind of snark, but I relate to it just the same.

The plot follows a crew of ten trying to hunt the Snark, an animal which may turn out to be a highly dangerous Boojum. The only one of the crew to find the Snark quickly vanishes, leading the narrator to explain that it was a Boojum after all.

I hunt for snark on a daily basis, sometimes I find it, sometimes, well not so much.

But we all know snark can be highly dangerous.

The poem is in reality, nonsensical, simply fun.

Enjoy!

 

A Gift

I love it when my readers send me things.

I don’t mean “things” as in “stuff”, but thoughts, ideas, possible posts…things like that.

My cyber-friend, faithful reader and commenter Lynn, after a moment of inspiration sent me this in an email.

Hi Paul — From the beginning, I’ve felt there was something more connected
to the death of Robin Williams…and as it ends up, there was. Last night
this poem just flowed from my pen and I wanted to share it with you. ~ Lynn

*God Said Yes*

You who lifted our spirits,
gave us belly-laughs and
brought us to tears…

You who pushed the boundaries
and stayed-the-course,
who took on roles of challenge
and revelation…

You couldn’t bear what you
believed lay ahead, beyond
the ‘early stages’, could you?

You didn’t see any way to be
who you were under diminishing
abilities and I understand that.

Your prognosis was bleak, to you.
Your time was gone (in your mind)…
and now, it truly is.

May you be laughing with angels,
surrounded by loved-ones and
blessed to be at peace, at last.

 

I hope this gift to me and her gift of poetry touched you as much as it did me.