Once, there was a puzzle that had a straight line
And said – without touching it,
Make it shorter?
The tip of my pencil remained motionless
Till the teacher, would take the pencil from me
– Draw a second line, longer than the original, in parallel.
Since then I am drawing lines every day
In an attempt to make the last one shorter
And so is everyone else,
As if that is all that matters
– Disparage every rivalry at the core, while you can.
The riddle probably wanted to say
– You don’t belittle anyone but yourself
Now merely ridicules itself,
As we are all set busying our pencils
Leaving marks; and shameless, dirty, envies are written.
Tonight on Dversepoets, Claudia and Bill has us write about Rilke – “write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty Describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember“
Join us to read some wonderful poetry.