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author’s note:
When a man hears angels singing
he hears angels singing.
— Mary Oliver
THE FABLE OF THE SONGBIRD & THE FROG
When the songbird told him
you’re no match for me
the bullfrog countered:
by who’s measure?—
yes, many have opened
their windows to your song
but the few who’ve opened to mine
recognize a beauty less obvious
so aren’t they more refined?
Only a wise heart can find
the aria hidden within
my harsh slimy croaking.
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: poetry ebook
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dear reader:
Again: written to no one in particular.
Perhaps a precognition. I hope.
OBSERVATION OF A MOTH
All day as she taps
on her keyboard she may seem
so ordinary to so many
but I’ve watched her brush her hair
in the soft lamplight
of a bedroom of shadows
as a moth flutters against the bulb…
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog
author’s note:
Not written in any woman in particular. Written to all, in general.
RADIANCE
When I mention her glow
she insists she only reflects
some distant sun…
but later
in the depth of night
she places her hand
over her heart
and wonders if
that warmth radiating
might be more than merely
mechanical heat
from the pumping of blood—
could it also be
the radiance of spirit?
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog
author’s note:
I keep learning from old dreams.
GREAT HERMITAGE OF GRAY
Years ago in a dream
I saw the truth of my room:
the walls and floor, all dull gray—
even the light motes drifting
down from the ceiling:
dense gray.
Since that vision, I’ve worked
to escape my gray place
and maybe I have—because
though I still see
scary things in my dreams
I witness nothing so monotone.
But ever so often
in my waking hours
I revisit the room
because as a human being
I want to understand
and if I can raise myself
when I return
I’ll again realize
the beauty and benefit
of that hermitage:
though gray, the sun rays
pour down from a skylight
and those high walls
create a great space—
an austere cathedral.
Oppressive, yes, but
power held in check
can build in strength
as our desire to break out
—to bloom—
grows in intensity.
I’ve still much to learn
but at least now I know why
I needed that gray room.
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog
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