Ode to "Weeping Onion (in the desert)"
(c) Richard Herndon 2010
Were running in tears,
From peeling an onion
I'd had for years.
I thought that my life
Was down in the drain,
From living a life
I'd never regain.
I thought that you'd done
A painting for me.
My life seemed so much
Like the image, you see.
I thought that I'd peel
The layers on back,
And wind up again,
My life now on track.
I thought that when
I finished peeling it away,
My essential life'd be
Full of color, not gray.
I thought that would be
The life so good and grand,
But when I finished it was
"Weeping Onion" in the sand.
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Thanks so much for the Ode, Rick! You have a great sense of humor and whimsy which is philosophical, too.
ReplyDeleteyoung bubba, you never fail to amaze me.... this and the previous poem are just superior!!
ReplyDeleteThanks to both of you for reviewing this. I got to looking at it last night and I think it could turn into lyrics of a song pretty quickly. What do you say to that, Theresa?
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