It’s time to hit the panic mutton.
I mean, I’m a bundle of nerds.
We’re all waiting here, with braided breath —
Come on, you know what I’m talking about. We are all on tenderhooves here.
Oh, don’t be so tongue tight.
It is time to hit the panic mutton, I think.
Good. I’m glad we’re on the same wavelet.
Yes. Talk is sheep.
Experience is manifold,
Our senses intertwine;
We struggle then, to reproduce
By word or tale or sign
The things that we’ve found beautiful,
That caused our heart to melt –
And find our sketches fall far short
Of what we really felt
There’s life and beauty, here, I see;
I reach to capture it in verse —
The world is better than my words,
And also, very, very, far much worse —
I heard a saying once, but I’d
Betray myself, if it I speak:
The sayless often show the truth
The resting often find the thing
(Originally published August 2014. – Owen)
I say the words I mean to say;
But often, there are more words than there is meaning
For some of us, things are much harder than words
And relationships are even harder than things
I have a hard time untying even simple knots,
And I can’t fix things that are broken;
I don’t understand the people I know,
And I don’t understand myself when I’m around them
Music I can understand
Mathematics makes sense to me
Poetry speaks directly to me
But the world sits veiled
I like to imagine…
That my commenters would put as much effort into their comments
As my spammers do their spam
That what I write would change something besides
The smudge marks on my keyboard
That national elections would be conducted between sane people
And for actual reasons
That we could accomplish things without
Yelling at either Siri or Alexa
That schools would conduct other activities as good for their students
As coloring is
That people could make up their mind whether they want
To celebrate vice or condemn it, because
The constant switching has gotten confusing
That I understood anything
Beauty imposes limits sometimes
From earliest of memory
Was told that she was ‘pretty’;
But never ‘strong’ or ‘smart’ or ‘bold’
Or anything like ‘witty’
And yet, the truth – she’s all these things.
But she may never know:
She’s felt, as long as she could feel
That she’s just there
The moment is a perfect one
Of wildness and rapture;
But some things are more beautiful
Than I have words