Friday, August 14, 2020

Thanos (Keatsian sonnet)

Happy dance: my Keatsian sonnet received 

an honorable mention in a Bout-rimés competition of The Spectator magazine!


You know not thirst or hunger, once you’re dead,
No more you’re blinded by the scorching sun
When tilling barren fields, no need to run
From friends turned foes. Death is the sweetest mead,
While life is bitter. Too much life will lead
To ruin. Believe, I dread what must be done,
I am no brute. I do not find it fun
To kill the wretched folk, I do not weed
The weak, imperfect ones. No, I would never
Play God, I know my place. When morning frost
Kills budding blooms, I cry. And when the shrills
Of half the universe subside, then ever
So keenly I will feel all I have lost,
   Alone, I’ll watch the sun set o’er the hills.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy) 

Saturday, August 8, 2020

"Let us be fools"

Some scientists may know well the Earth’s not flat,
But fail to see an inch before their noses.
What is the use of knowledge, of all that
Extensive studying, when one exposes
Stark ignorance of heart, akin to that
Of folks who say our marble-Earth is flat?
Yet, some unlucky chap, who had no chance
To go to school and learn, may just the same
Be wise of heart, for those, who at a glance
Can recognize the pain of others, claim
The prize in knowledge. No, it is not by chance
That fools are kings’ advisors. Lest we glance

Like dragonflies over the pond of life,
Not ever diving in, let us be fools,
Grow wise of heart, for it’s a worthy strife,
And keep on studying, for that there’re schools.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy) 

Image credit: Pixabay  

Friday, July 24, 2020

High Noon (poem in Russian)

Зыбко всё:
тёплая пыль
под босыми ногами
Ручейки тропинок в небо впадают
там пропадают
сквозь прореху в облаке
на землю сочится карамелью тягучей
Под елью
в хвое пахучей
кормит щенка седая волчица
он засыпает с брюшком полным
Стоит полдень

Image credit: Elena Zolotnitsky Landscape/High Noon
reproduced with permission

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)