Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
The great doors remain closed, but the spring fragrance
is inside anyway
“Alas,” he thinks, “a perfect day for a walk.”
But first he steps outside to take a look.
At the party: they surround him and his chair.
“So it was in the morning, then,
that you first put this hat on your knees?”
no thank you I don’t want to spend my life
giving extreme unction to a crowd of toads
Come on, let's conjure up
something really horrible:
What would you most hate
The light that is shining
over there is a traffic sign.
I returned the money I borrowed.
My bird is the cardinal,
one will sometimes come to me
or vanishing bluebird,
I wish somebody would give me
a couple of live panda bears.
After all these years I deserve them.
They come in many sizes—small and faint, loud and
thunderous. And it’s a problem, what to do with them,
they won’t rise up to heaven where ears have the power
I hold no greater value
than the secret
Please believe I strive