Gardener

calloused hands
strikes his face.
bruises
prod.
second hand
pricks
incessantly.

ceaseless march
to oblivion.
never
the denouement.
cultivates
his
garden.

The Blind Men and The Elephant – Commentary

I came across a poem yesterday that really spoke to me: The Blind Men and the Elephant, by American poet John Godfrey Saxe (1816-1887). The poem itself is in the public domain so I’ve fully reproduced it here for your reading pleasure.

After the poem, I’ve written some commentary—not so much a critique of the poem, but what I’ve gleaned from it. Enjoy.

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Thunderous Cloudburst

thunderous cloudburst
flora and fauna refreshed
tears behind the veil

The Calling

He feels…
The march ‘twards sleep,
But rest won’t come tonight.
His mind does race, his thoughts take flight.
The words.