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.
I thought that if I could put it all down, that would be one way. And next the thought came to me that to leave all out, would be another, and truer, way.
clean-washed sea
The flowers were.
Here in the open, love lies apart,
singing to its beads. How reflective is that?
Don’t be such a goose, love said.
He has a lazy father in Minnesota.
I hope you never have to do this in life, with its crazy little darkened
rooms. People are standing, an accurate jumble. Famille rose happy campers.
They are preparing to begin again:
Problems, new pennant up the flagpole
In a predicted romance.
isn’t really a tower. It’s a square
building with towers at each
of the four corners. In the thirties
The gray person disputes the other’s clotheshorse stature
just send us some water maybe
herding him onto the escalator for a last roll
This movie deals with the epidemic of the way we live now.
What an inane card player. And the age may support it.
Each time the rumble of the age
. . . or somebody’s going to get hurt.
For my sake, however, keep pealing to a minimum.
We’ll need the firewood you can pick up on the shore
So we’ll go no more a-teething.
For now. When the urge
to perambulation strikes, feeling
This is the platform of the famous sideshow,
all of us participating, glad to be arm and arm
as spring charges down the battlefield. Let’s see,