Fulcrum of Sunlight
.
Speculum
.
Mind like a looking glass
Focus what is perceived
Such ability
Should be used
For more
Than burning ants
The fun house mirror
In my eyes
Makes small gestures tall
The waifish fat
The linear
…Impossible
Seek not your reflection here
Unless you have a hearty sense of humor
And the true understanding
That we know nothing
.
April 25, 2008 at 5:44 pm
*applauding* I like!
April 25, 2008 at 6:36 pm
and heaven forbid nothing is not enough……
April 25, 2008 at 7:31 pm
That is one thing that I do know.
April 25, 2008 at 8:45 pm
I like it man. You just call it up don’t you?
April 25, 2008 at 9:15 pm
That last line is pure amazing.
April 26, 2008 at 6:35 am
Again you touch on my personal philosophy, Ozy dear.
~pouncing and tackling you to the ground~
mmmm…. guess what? You iz tagged babe.
~cheshire grin~
ummm…. you can let me up now….
April 26, 2008 at 10:03 am
I like, alot!
~checking my eyes in the mirror…….yep, fun house glass!~
April 26, 2008 at 2:00 pm
nicely done, mr oz.
April 26, 2008 at 9:39 pm
Focus what is perceived, that line is so insightful, I could ponder it
and the rest of the wise poem forever. Yes, so amazing how little
we know. Thanks, again Ozy for the food for thought.
April 27, 2008 at 1:55 am
amen to that, oz.
April 27, 2008 at 6:42 pm
it’s good to know there are others who have fun house mirrors in their eyes. lovely, ozy, as always.
sarah
April 27, 2008 at 8:59 pm
Jazz + words = this
Smokin’, bud
Improvisational intelligence.
Encore . . .
~m
April 28, 2008 at 7:05 am
satori
April 28, 2008 at 4:58 pm
i know EVERYTHING! what you talking about? hehe
good grief i never have a good come back line on your poems…
you’re a genius man where do i sign up?
April 30, 2008 at 10:36 am
You are chanelling Oz. Seriously. You are on a roll. As usual. How I will never know…