Filed under: Poems
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Filed under: Poems
Recently riffling through the new years blog posts, trudging through the obnoxious top 10 lists of the decade ( I have my own list – it will be posted soon). I didn’t find anything but a bunch of music enthusiasts raving about Animal Collective (sorry but its over rated.)
I did find someone who posted a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski and it made me feel pretty good.
The Laughing Heart:
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you
Even Tom Waits likes it
