Thursday, August 6, 2009

Musical Poem


MUSICAL POEM

When the triangle
loses a feather,
it doesn’t berate
the hexagon.

It is a Pythagorean
Platonic baby
a lullaby bringing sleep

a Bach certainty
of organ groans,
a beautiful misery

harvesting manna for tired pews.


Alan Britt

Posted over on The Houston Literary Review

1 comment:

Jannie Funster said...

That is the coolest poem. And picture to go with it.