Possibilities as Exotic as Zanzibar
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These things I might have been: streaked tourmaline
Stone baked and crushed in lava, or stringed pearls
So ancient that they might have draped a queen
Like Cleopatra, or those starburst swirls
In farthest space, or somewhere in the mind
Of Plato, diamond on a ring, or ring
Round Saturn, or a vision in a blind
Prophetic brain where tortured forecasts sing,
Tiresias before his monarch, god
Or goddess even, conjured by the need
Of humans to deny the truth, that odd
Beggar Buddha passed dreaming up his creed —
Potentials numberless both wide and far
And even Freddie Mercury’s guitar.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 29, 2024 | OD, QU |