The Daily Poem

GLYPH DIVING

I'm diving in and landing on a glyph,

A nanoscopic quilled intaglio

Appearing like a twisted treble clef.

How very small I've grown, how could I know?

Except I can't predict the quantum flow.

I move in swirling motions with my limbs;

The purple light more like a creature swims.

And now I ask my contra-self what aim

Have I to delve below this speeding stub

Where incompleteness stakes its fractured claim?

"Kartoum!" it answers me as if to rub

My streaming eyes with last year's gritts 'n' grub.

I'm sorry for my meta-doubting seethe;

I'm having trouble managing to breathe.

I'm settling back into my duo-tombs,

To travel for a while as if to see,

To weave some space on ambidextrous looms,

Repeating motions twice for clarity,

Absorbing slow the nano-scarcity.

And now I'm diving up and out the glyph,

To mount my horsedrawn homeward skiff. 

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 238

Idyllwild, California

Rhyme Royal

THE PIONEERTOWN MOTEL

Adjacent to the highway lost in dust,

Dilapidated remnants of a bygone day,

When horse now bone, and bump-a-long buggy rust,

Careened their saddle sore and breakneck way

From city leave to pleasant country stay,

A fortnight’s rest in a higher drier clime

To keepsake memories boxed for future time.

Now here we are come rolling in on wheels

Of air, with power drawn from burning fuel

In purring muscled engines born of steel,

The city networked in through handheld tools

That cure the country of its vagrant rules,

Our instant futures plucked without regard,

And zipped up sweet in a silicon memory card.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Rhyme Royal)