—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
BEATLES’ ORBS
The Fab Four’s eyes,
We know them well.
If, that is, you can sing all their songs.
Ringo light blue eyes
sparkle with a smile not downhearted
Droopy yet round
Sparkling cheerful
No misery behind those drums
No low spirit in any reflection
Brownish green eyes
hazel-eyed Paul
Puppy dog eyes
A clear case of adorable round eyes
Hey bulldog!
Both over the rainbow where no more tears are shed
from any eye:
Tender expressioned George
Dark brown sad eyes
Yet full of kindness and warmth
Devotion to laconic charisma
shy eyes
John’s light brown dancing eyes
A droop as the hooded eyes of the Irish
Carefree
a sensation of triumph reflected back
This acoustical dynasty,
frozen expressions in photos versus inquisitive faces
on film and in real life
Can you close your own eyes and picture theirs?
The Fab Four’s eyes,
We know them well.
If, that is, you can sing all their songs.
Ringo light blue eyes
sparkle with a smile not downhearted
Droopy yet round
Sparkling cheerful
No misery behind those drums
No low spirit in any reflection
Brownish green eyes
hazel-eyed Paul
Puppy dog eyes
A clear case of adorable round eyes
Hey bulldog!
Both over the rainbow where no more tears are shed
from any eye:
Tender expressioned George
Dark brown sad eyes
Yet full of kindness and warmth
Devotion to laconic charisma
shy eyes
John’s light brown dancing eyes
A droop as the hooded eyes of the Irish
Carefree
a sensation of triumph reflected back
This acoustical dynasty,
frozen expressions in photos versus inquisitive faces
on film and in real life
Can you close your own eyes and picture theirs?
LISTENING TO BACH
Sounds he developed,
and with sound, made art.
Heard as love, heard as pain,
heard as hope, chords contained.
Music notes, as sculpture,
shaped with sharps and flats.
Sounds he developed,
and with sound, made art.
Heard as love, heard as pain,
heard as hope, chords contained.
Music notes, as sculpture,
shaped with sharps and flats.
CHURCH ON THE CORNER AT SUNSET
There’s something charming in the sound of hymns
that hold out a promise that you may
change the course of your road.
Those suffering from personal discontent
will accept any promise of salvation
if given with extraordinary grace.
What new revelation is this
that the wealth of the world
can be contained within a body,
that old wine in a new bottle,
with a twist in the flavor,
from a place where grapes grow differently,
births a covenant with death,
becomes a time of hope
where fear and jealousy
are taken out of the human equation.
This is the heart’s safety valve.
LAUGHTER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
Sometimes where we stand,
we must contend with great horrors and dismay.
Sometimes where we stand,
we must contend with great horrors and dismay.
We pass many doors because they appear too
formidable.
They loom with more than a hint of the massive.
We dismiss them
when they seems too heavy, too solid to move,
when they seem to be an impediment
to any future happiness.
But, once we decide to press on,
we can feel an astonishing wave of strength,
we can be the key movers,
and after feeling a small or big shift
of the tumbler,
be more than ready to turn the knob
and experience the levity and relief on the other
They loom with more than a hint of the massive.
We dismiss them
when they seems too heavy, too solid to move,
when they seem to be an impediment
to any future happiness.
But, once we decide to press on,
we can feel an astonishing wave of strength,
we can be the key movers,
and after feeling a small or big shift
of the tumbler,
be more than ready to turn the knob
and experience the levity and relief on the other
side.
_____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
IF NOT NOW, WHEN?
—Linda Imbler
How many horns must blow?
Towers built?
Sails unfurled?
How bright must stars shine?
Upon what shores
do we recite our speeches,
with shining edges of
beautiful quarrels passed through time,
holding forever in our minds that
it’s better to fail than to never try.
_____________________
—Medusa, with welcome back to Linda Imbler after a long break. Read more about and from Linda at http://lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com// and at Spillwords (https://spillwords.com/author/lindaimbler/).
_____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
IF NOT NOW, WHEN?
—Linda Imbler
How many horns must blow?
Towers built?
Sails unfurled?
How bright must stars shine?
Upon what shores
do we recite our speeches,
with shining edges of
beautiful quarrels passed through time,
holding forever in our minds that
it’s better to fail than to never try.
_____________________
—Medusa, with welcome back to Linda Imbler after a long break. Read more about and from Linda at http://lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com// and at Spillwords (https://spillwords.com/author/lindaimbler/).
Linda Imbler
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future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
