Friday, April 17, 2015

POEM: "Pick A Flower, Any Flower"

Pick A Flower, Any Flower

The farthest star is moving
flowers strangely disappear
dans les champs de l'observation
le hasard ne favorise que les esprits préparés

it is well that we work the fields
we've looked closely at small things

a little dog with its tongue out
the beggar with her hand out
a sick man with his dick out
no prize for guessing wrong
risk sleeps upon the plains

but if it were finally possible 
I mean lasting relief from pain 
liberation from confusion 
would you actually do it?

© 2014 Rob Schackne

1 comment:

  1. Canny readers will know that the opening lines come from an observation made by Paul Dirac, a 1933 Nobel prize winner in Physics. And they will also know that the French lines come from Louis Pasteur -- most likely when someone asked him how come he was so smart. (Me, I'm not very smart at all, but I get a real kick being around smart people.)