The Windows of My Soul: My Miracle (#48), Karma (#49)

We’ve all heard the phrase “A picture is worth a thousand words.” Brenda used to tell me that “Philosophy is saying as little as possible with as many words as possible. Poetry is the art of saying as much as possible with as few words as possible.” These poems exemplify this sentiment, especially Karma (#49). Four short lines draw a mental picture that speaks volumes. Do you agree?

 

My Miracle (#48)
© Brenda
February 12, 1972

Once again
My miracle has happened.

Once again
I was lost
Sinking, subject to
All around me.

Drowning, as it were
In a sea of emotion.

Think, if you will
Of a multicolored, swirling murk.

Then, just when I am lost
Each color becomes distinct
Clearly delineated, sharply drawn
And I am now objective.

So that now I can judge
The tenure, the texture
Of those who surround me
And I know that once again

My miracle has happened.

 

Karma (#49)
© Brenda
February 20, 1972

Heavy, heavy, hangs over your head
The sword of Damocles
I would not for anything in this world
Have the karmic debt you now owe me.

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