The Electric Ego or, Penelope on Facebook

For S.E.P. and ἡ θυγάτηρ

The knit that stitches life is death’s
Iconic myth of passing time –
The knelling chime, the easing breaths….

But God bequeaths a weft to rhyme
Each woof his loom can measure out.
Excising doubt, He takes the same

From holy dream to indicate
Each tittled jot. Anonymous
In ignorance, though, men would quote

A public vote for muted loss:
When others miss the moment blessed,
The self, indexed, cannot confess

Its ends are loose – and so, perplexed
And piqued, it plucks a threadbare text.

Comments

  1. Chilling. Thanks JOB, great poem.

  2. Beautiful. I should commission works more often. Hapoy birthday to your daughter!

  3. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says
  4. I’m with Angelico. And Webb and Speed; this is absolutely stunning.

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