1. The Creation of Man
(after the painting by Marc Chagall)
How to be a bird
or just a man
when there were no birds
or men before
no template to follow
no 3D copier
no DNA
no god to make us look
like him.
Did we and birds
emerge complete
with feathers, wings
and opposable thumbs
or metamorphosize
from ants and humble bees
or ever-so-slowly evolve
from dinosaurs
and anthropoids with tails?
I, for one,
would rather believe
that birds were always birds
and men were men
even as
the Big Bang echoed
through the universe
with the voice of angels
and then a thud.
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(after the painting by Marc Chagall)
How to be a bird
or just a man
when there were no birds
or men before
no template to follow
no 3D copier
no DNA
no god to make us look
like him.
Did we and birds
emerge complete
with feathers, wings
and opposable thumbs
or metamorphosize
from ants and humble bees
or ever-so-slowly evolve
from dinosaurs
and anthropoids with tails?
I, for one,
would rather believe
that birds were always birds
and men were men
even as
the Big Bang echoed
through the universe
with the voice of angels
and then a thud.
***
2.Flowers in the Wind
(after the watercolor by Paul Klee)
We are guided by the wind
wherever it takes us
following blindly
floating, soaring, hovering
like birds without wings
or minds of our own
on an enigmatic, erratic, eccentric
path of migration
taking us back
to our bed of creation
like flowers
red, yellow and green
to the place on a now-barren plain
where we were born to fly
and then, winter after fall,
to die.
3.Green Night
(after the painting by Stephen Greene)
The shadow of the moon
casts the earth
in a greenish glow more green
than the blueness
of the sun and rain
on fire with lavender light.
.
How blue the day
how green the night
how its greenness withers in the grass
as if tomorrow were just another day
as blue as yesterday.
Courtesy : Artwork by Daniel Dent [email protected]
(after the watercolor by Paul Klee)
We are guided by the wind
wherever it takes us
following blindly
floating, soaring, hovering
like birds without wings
or minds of our own
on an enigmatic, erratic, eccentric
path of migration
taking us back
to our bed of creation
like flowers
red, yellow and green
to the place on a now-barren plain
where we were born to fly
and then, winter after fall,
to die.
3.Green Night
(after the painting by Stephen Greene)
The shadow of the moon
casts the earth
in a greenish glow more green
than the blueness
of the sun and rain
on fire with lavender light.
.
How blue the day
how green the night
how its greenness withers in the grass
as if tomorrow were just another day
as blue as yesterday.
Courtesy : Artwork by Daniel Dent [email protected]
