"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Brighter than usual

Day 3: Write an "epithalamium," a poem celebrating a wedding in some way (I chose to interpret this rather loosely).

A ton of personality
is much heavier
than a ton of bricks,
but here we are with a scale,
measuring anyway,
singing in scales,
like the weight
of our words is too much to bear
without melodic delivery.

Overall, it's been
a journey through
the surreal, deep and
highly persuasive.
Funny to discover that,
until we fully immerse ourselves,
no manner of
hearsay, pleasant or otherwise,
can convince us.

Someone sang
that happiness comes in many,
vastly different forms:
an impossible touch or
hot gunpowder.
For me, happiness is
the way you blur in my eyelids,
like I've stared at the sun
for far too long.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Blu, Amnesia

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