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.
Some part of every living crearure
is always trembling, a curious
constancy in the wavering rims
Some sad Greek said the atoms swerve
and that’s how anything happens, “any
thing” meaning not nothing. The nerve
came as a surprise, even beyond astonishment,
turned into a monument carved in rock
like Ozymandias, a hard fact. The self’s
One shoulder breaking the tension of a satin slip,
making the strap fall loose inside the dress.
Bend of the gesture sliding the strap back, into place,
Who was asking for it—
Everyone can see
Even today in the formal courtroom,
This is the 5th time for me to be writing to you
& I promise it is the last.
I know your reading this Joyce Carol
My father naked in the photo, young
again, crouched among rocks and water. It's an island,
a time so long ago he is thin,
His difficulties the danger putting one
foot past the other impossible
the downcast eye captured by
1.
Max, I lean a photo of Josephine Baker
in this box lined with black construction paper,
Two vases of flowers squarely on the ledge
stare out as though they regret the countryside,
mean to ignore you squinting above the edge