A wine bottle fell from a wagon and
broke open in a field.
That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins
Gathered
and did some serious binge drinking.
They even found some seed husks nearby
and began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.
Then the "night candle" rose into the sky
and one drunk creature, laying down his instrument,
said to his friend ~ for no apparent
Reason,
"What should we do about that moon?"
Seems to Hafiz
Most everyone has laid aside the music
Tackling such profoundly useless
Questions.
Hafiz
(Shamseddin Mohammad)
broke open in a field.
That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins
Gathered
and did some serious binge drinking.
They even found some seed husks nearby
and began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.
Then the "night candle" rose into the sky
and one drunk creature, laying down his instrument,
said to his friend ~ for no apparent
Reason,
"What should we do about that moon?"
Seems to Hafiz
Most everyone has laid aside the music
Tackling such profoundly useless
Questions.
Hafiz
(Shamseddin Mohammad)
3 comments:
Sorry, Blogger is being a pain about publishing my "stuff" today.
I agree with Hafiz--more music.
THANK YOU for this poem. I'm keeping a moon journal this month & had been looking for moon related poetry to include. Did a little haiku myself but wasn't finding much that inspired me -- this was perfect. Yes more music!
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