9/12/08_2003_Ink_Drawing4_ Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
The tribe gathers
With their long, serious faces
This special night
Around the teardrop fire.
There is a lot to discuss.
The most pressing:
The new forehead design.
The youngsters are rebelling.
Two circles linked together by stripes
Makes them restless.
They squeeze the circles into triangles,
So angular above their already
Angular beaks.
The elders pontificate and ponder,
And yet somehow they know
Triangles are now the shape of the future.
Like it, or not.
Teardrops, someone whispers.
Huh?
We could round the triangles out into teardrops.
A sigh of contentment, and a look of hope.
Yes, teardrops.
1 comment:
Hilarius, Betina! Forehead designs! Challenged by the the new wave triangular (!!) thinking of the next generation?? How could it be? Ah, but the old and wise know they must give in to change, letting the young forge the ways of the future. Great interpretation.
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