Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, December 11, 2008

For Gnome's Health




FOR HAL: A Ghazal

Doctors said illness was all in my head
that pains in my body were all in my head.

My muscles, like a boxer’s after a bout
hurt all the time – but not in my head.

Yet every check-up showed me okay
so . . . they said – it’s all in my head!

I quarreled with doctors who diagnosed
my pains as all in my head.

If they lived a moment in my shoes
they’d recognize it’s in their head!

But then I met Hal –
who also said it was all in my head.

The pain, it all comes, he said
from the lower half of my head.

Finally, someone knew something –
Hal spoke of the lower half of my head:

Fillings in my teeth had mercury
poisoning me from the lower half of my head.

Toxins spread through my body yet
I seemed normal for what was in my head.

Once I met Hal, I uncovered my head
Remove those poisons from your head!
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.