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:
сказка
быль
печаль
даль
тёплая пыль
под босыми ногами
Ручейки тропинок в небо впадают
там пропадают
Свет
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)

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Fragile


I am still
present
near
not for long
my song
beats in my throat
hear
seagulls cry
a salt kiss on my lips
summer slips
cobalt blue stings my eyes
sunsets blaze
I am ready
I am a vase
break me now
all you will find
is the sea




Image: Elena Zolotnitsky "Fragile" reproduced with permission


Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)