If a poem or essay can end with a conclusion or its
opposite, either one,
Can it be of any use to anyone?
Do the discrepancies and disparities, dualities and
densities, reflect only the dementia
Of the bearer of the pencil?
First entertain, then enlighten if you can. One stretches
truth in order to pretend,
Another leavens with levity one's inevitable end.
Most days it's not possible to bring your life into an
expressible state. Disparate thoughts,
Arduous chores, word choices. And, of course, the state
of the state.
Driven by ideas rather than rhymes, for it is not metres,
but a metre-making argument,
That makes a poem. Convenience store or university
English department
The day's arguments, down to the meaning of the
weather, leave you indisposed
To share your heart of zero and your inner rose.
It is the strong force, the energy of the loved ones
combined with cooperation for good or war.
Dad's years in New Guinea fighting Japs, he said, were
his best by far.
The best that can be said or done is Be where you are.
Love the one you're with
Not necessarily an adult of the opposite sex, perhaps
just a kid who hates math
And school, dresses goth, reads rarely but learns a lot
from movies and YouTube,
Has the presence of mind to say I am who I am, deal
with it. That's who I want to be
And have always been. Today clean the house, again.
Woke up this morning to two thoughts:
How sweet to be alive! Life is tough.
- with lines by Emerson & Stephen Stills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best can be done or said with suitable composition definitely. Nice sharing.