Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Evening Songs

—Poems and Artwork by Norman J. Olson, Maplewood, MN


porcelain robot eyes
cry real tears
while the sky
tears itself to shreds…

red and black shadows
walk across fading fields…

lemon yellow fingers
touch the
steel lips of somebody’s
dying god…


tree branches like fingers
in the haze of a dull red sky…

mountains ask the black painted sand, “why
should we care about monkey fingers?”

the horizon between
strip mall stores
hangs mute… 


the deep red sky cries
porcelain tears… tiny
robots dance in the

synthetic opioids take away all of the pain…

the terrible sky is leaving while
is weaving the black painted
warp and dusky woof into a
day that is
yet to come… 

ON SPARROWS (in summer at the Outlet Mall)

tiny gray, brown, black children
of dinosaurs peck
the pavers in the outdoor
food court…

shoppers stride by, gorgeous apes in shorts and tee shirts…

the breath of somebody’s
dying god
kisses prairie grass
which waves in

Today’s LittleNip:

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

—Rabindranath Tagore


—Medusa, with gratitude to Norman Olson for today’s fine poems and art!

 To hear this song sparrow sing, go to 

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.