a train of flowers
strung across the waves
a wreath
bringing up the rear
like a flower girl
© 2015 Douglas J. Westberg
a train of flowers
strung across the waves
a wreath
bringing up the rear
like a flower girl
© 2015 Douglas J. Westberg
“All the here and all the there
Ring with the praises of the pair:
Jesus the Paraclete
And Saint Paul the Exegete.
Jesus proclaimed the truth.
Paul’s missionary tooth
Shredded it fine, and made a paste,
No particle going to waste,
Kneaded it and caked it
And buttered it and baked it
(And indeed all but digested
While Jesus went to death and rested)
Into a marketable compound
Ready to lay on any wound,
Meet to prescribe to our distress
And feed unto our emptiness.
And this is how the Pure Idea
Became our perfect panacea…”
John Crowe Ransom “Our Two Worthies”
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With superb irony, I am posting this in anticipation of the SunWinks! column that should have appeared last Sunday. I know I said it would appear later in the week, but I only got it written yesterday and I am loath to step on Sharon’s and Len’s toes by posting it today or tomorrow. So it will appear on Sunday the 21st, Carol’s birthday.
Putting this up as an example for November 16th’s SunWinks! on neologisms. From Papa Doug’s Light Book of Little Verse.
Love, Doug

This is a response to my prompt of tomorrow, October 26, 2014 (I actually wrote it a few weeks ago) on the topic of The Shadow Self.
Additionally, if I had titled this “Introspection,” then it would be a response to the October 19 prompt. But that gives away the metaphor, so that’s why I didn’t. But you might want to look at this from the standpoint of that earlier prompt.
A new poem, expressly written in response to my own prompt of this week: