I am thy fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.
– from The Paradox, by Paul Dunbar
Bladder nudges release, now intermission,
cuing curtain’s whoosh, open
Duty calls, urgent, while captive on reprieve
holds tight to the sentences of night.
Soon blurry-eyed scrabble
on the bedside pad, bits
weave and dabble
with scripts and
Laughing at the puzzle that was
so perfectly put together in one’s cell,
yet now lies in a delightful disjointed heap.
Soon curtains fall; so begins the next act.
Laura is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Laura says:
For this Poetics challenge I’m giving you choices but you can only choose ONE!!
1. Here are some lines from Paul Dunbar’s The Paradox: – select ONE and build your poem around it.
•I am thy fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.
•I am the mother of sorrows; I am the ender of grief;
•I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf
2. Take the last lines of Wallace Stevens’ The Snow Man and write a poem that is imbued with the existential paradox implied there. [the meaning of which is the ridding of our usual human observation and viewing winter as a ‘man of snow’ (more HERE)]
For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.