Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said “A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.”
So, to do my part, I decided to evade my Lovecraftian captor for a moment to post “a little music, a little poetry” and “a fine picture” so you get your daily dose.
By “a little poetry,” I mean a single poem, so it won’t take much of your time. I’m extremely busy today, so I haven’t time for a proper update. But I will soon. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it this time.
See the fine picture below? Paris at sunrise… sigh. And you will find a little music HERE.
Right, then. Read on. (See what I did there?)
©2010 Dwight L. MacPherson
The moon smiled
In a soft blue sky
The trees were gathered
To watch her die;
A murder’s chorus
She slinks into a concrete forest
And the City of Lights winks, and sleeps.