[Soaring Feather]

The mundane and the madness
if we had nothing, but joy
would we be satisfied?
We would grouse about all the joy
the human condition demands some
down time to enjoy the blues
the everyday blandness of ordinary life
cause, we humans can't take too much,
mundane, too much joy, too much of poor,
we're fickle as a fleeting breeze
looking for good fortune on every little wind ripple
We need a certain quest for adventure in our souls
that keeps us green to look in those little treasure coves
for the little gems buried neath the silt, we sift
going through everyday life.

bentfeather (c) 07.25.05

[Soaring Feather]

Hey, Tomkow! It's me!

[starbase]

Play it, bent baby! (snap!) solid!

[stephenjohnbanker]

BRAVO! Most profound.

"The mundane and the madness
if we had nothing, but joy
would we be satisfied?"

One of my favorite poets, E.A.Robinson wondered about this as well:



Richard Cory
By Edwin Arlington Robinson


Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

[Lady Jag]

I never grouse about joy, but know people who do.