Friday, January 19, 2007

Poem: Changes 25/The Unexpected

If someone is not as he should be
He develops
The reverse Midas Touch

Under heaven
Thunder rolls
Thus the old kings

Fostered everything
With a heartbeat
We cannot lose

What really belongs to us
Even when we throw it away
The gathering winds

Blow through my heart
Reverberating in the echo chamber
Of regret.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This poem really hit me. Thanks for being such a deep thinker and thoughtful person.

S.

Keekee Brummet said...

Thanks you for that. I wasn't sure about this poem. . .it's a little jagged and a little *ahem* all over the map, but then I started thinking of it more as a sort-of tone poem or just a plain but meandering bit of poesy, painted in blue and grey scumbles on a canvas I bought at the Salvation Army store. Where did that come from?! Anyhow, Anonymous, thanks... .

/jack