Life Poem

What, if not
meaningful thought
purposeful action,
calibrated memory,
diatonic music,
enlightened love,
defines an auspicious life?

Thought without meaning,
random action,
vertiginous memory,
atonal music,
Stygian despair.

Triumphant Life:
only success
merely failure
only light
merely darkness
only everything
merely nothing

© 2014 by Michael Jones

Life Poem

Song for the Day

Joni Mitchell / Down to you

Happy birthday to Joni Mitchell. The polymath artist turns 71 today. Here’s a song from her album Court and Spark, released forty years ago. Down To You was never a hit, in fact it’s probably one of the lesser known tunes on the album. This track is really much more than a song, it is an important poetic work from the oeuvre of one of the most accomplished poets of our time. Enjoy.

Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
Down to you
Constant stranger
You’re a kind person
You’re a cold person too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you
You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you’re not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you’ve found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness
In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Oooh love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone
Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you’re thinking
You’ve finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate
Knocking for you
Constant stranger
You’re a brute you’re an angel
You can crawl you can fly too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you

~Joni Mitchell 1974


Poem / Prospice / Robert Browning 1861

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Poem / Prospice / Robert Browning 1861