in this day and age of heat / your ICE is what we’ll all defeat / when the fires sing again / let you pray in vain for rain / for all the people burning up / soon will turn to drink your cup / and drain it slay you in your bed / remembering it was you instead / who raked the coals of golden hordes and sat in meetings as the boards / who drowned the lakes of all earth’s goods / and did as only devils could / tiger tiger blinged and fat / the mirrors show you as a rat / no matter how you try to ditch / the people all will eat the rich!
Dear Emma Goldman-Sherman *what a noble name!!): My goodness, it's hard rto quarrel with any of this (especially the tigerish last sentenc!).
Rhyme--especially wicked rhyme--pierces like a rapier and cuts like a letter opener! Funny how rhyme has been mostly relegated to storybooks in nursuries! Rhyme, as you have demonstrated, can shove like a needle into the flaccid pincushion of our bloated rapacious culture (I realizxe these metaphors are now getting out of hand). Gary Michael Dault
William Blake was such a talented poet and painter. The Auguries Of Innocence is a favorite of mine.
Today’s Tiger
tiger tiger
keeping cool
lounging there
beside the pool
what cosmetic
hand or trace
could lend you
that that complacent face?
what has happened
to your flame?
to whom shall I direct
the blame?
Gary Michael Dault
in this day and age of heat / your ICE is what we’ll all defeat / when the fires sing again / let you pray in vain for rain / for all the people burning up / soon will turn to drink your cup / and drain it slay you in your bed / remembering it was you instead / who raked the coals of golden hordes and sat in meetings as the boards / who drowned the lakes of all earth’s goods / and did as only devils could / tiger tiger blinged and fat / the mirrors show you as a rat / no matter how you try to ditch / the people all will eat the rich!
Dear Emma Goldman-Sherman *what a noble name!!): My goodness, it's hard rto quarrel with any of this (especially the tigerish last sentenc!).
Rhyme--especially wicked rhyme--pierces like a rapier and cuts like a letter opener! Funny how rhyme has been mostly relegated to storybooks in nursuries! Rhyme, as you have demonstrated, can shove like a needle into the flaccid pincushion of our bloated rapacious culture (I realizxe these metaphors are now getting out of hand). Gary Michael Dault
When I so clearly saw your tiger by the pool, I could not resist! Thank you for such a fine opening!
Bit resisting is good (if it applies to writing!)
GMD