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David Siegel Poem
View from the Shore
By David E. Siegel
Copyright (c) 2004
Above the lake, the angry clouds are ranked
Darkening the day with threats of rain.
Below, the wind has raised up little waves
Marching, row on row, towards the shore.
And on the farther shore, the trees are seen:
Near black between the lake and cloudy sky.
The light attempts to pierce the veil of sky:
The near clouds part, but not as clear it’s ranked
For through the hole, more clouds can yet be seen
To further emphasize the chance of rain.
I look out, from the slope above the shore
And watch the day, the clouds, the little waves.
Perhaps no storm impends, because the waves
And not so large and strong; because the sky
Includes the front-lit clouds; because the shore
is dark but clear, and where the trees stand ranked
their outlines are not blurred by sheets of rain
but clearly can their silhouette be seen.
There is more here than that which can be seen.
Not only on the water are there waves
A spirit can be drenched – or cleansed – by rain;
Be bound to earth, or flutter through the sky.
Now shall I be with fools or wise men ranked?
And shall I drown, or safely swim to shore?
And what shall be there waiting on the shore?
The future, I should know, cannot be seen
It can’t be safely filed and neatly ranked
Times changes come upon one as great waves
or tiny ripples. A light may pierce the sky
only to be masked by pouring rain.
I know that over fate I do not reign.
Only a fool believes the future sure,
Regardless of the world; thinks that the scene
His fancy paints, is writ upon the sky.
I daresay I shall not with such be ranked
All title as a prophet I shall waive.
What have I seen within this stormy sky?
And In the waves that endless lap the shore?
Times are unique, not ranked, each holding sun and rain.
-DES Feb 2004
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David Siegel Poem
Incomprehensible! (A Brief Critique)
Monomaniacally, Thomas Sterns Elliot
wrote in The Waste Land a Lyrical Lay
Sadly for those of us hollow like other men
Incomprehensible! Take it away!
Copyright © David Siegel | Year Posted 2013
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David Siegel Poem
Semi-creatively, Ludwig von Bethovan
sat in his music room, sucking his thumb.
Heavens to Murgatroyd! After four symphonies
more could be asked of me? Da Da Da-Dum
Copyright © David Siegel | Year Posted 2013
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David Siegel Poem
The Blossoms of Spring
By David E. Siegel, copyright (c) 2013
How sweet are the blossoms of spring
with delicate scent fill the air
They truly are 'fit for a king'.
Their petals are dainty and fair
as I look on them with amaze
with delicate scent fill the air.
I quietly think as I gaze
"Each different, but always the same"
as I look on them with amaze.
Their lives are so brief, what a shame
like snowflakes that melt as you touch;
Each different, but always the same.
Some single, and some in a bunch
but all of them fragile and soft
like snowflakes that melt as you touch.
Now detached from the branch and aloft
How sweet are the blossoms of spring
They are all of them fragile and soft
They truly are 'fit for a king'.
-DES April 2013
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