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My appreciation for the poetic form originated with my grandmother, as I have on many occasions indicated. One of the countless books on her shelves was a fat volume of poems by Ogden Nash (1902–1971).

Like Bill Gates, Nash attended Harvard but never graduated. After a stint on Wall Street and as a school teacher he became a copywriter. Many of his poems found a home in The New Yorker among other places.

Here are three of my own which, lacking a more interesting title, I am calling “three little seeds.”

Total Eclipse

In the days of the Solar Eclipse
when the sun for a time hid its face
the creatures of night all emerged to explore
the strange world of non-light at mid-day.

Childhood’s Beauty

It knows not the darkness,
or rather, lacking words
to define what is only sensed,
the child escapes in innocence.

To Be

Authentic inclinations —
to thine own self be true —
without inhibitions
get in touch with your roots.

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