Poems and Poetry

Firestone Feinberg

I Sing the Song of the Shepherd… | A Poem by Firestone Feinberg

I sing the song of the shepherd —
As evening shades the hill —
Though flock I’ve not nor even flute —
To play the peaceful stillness
That surges from the valley
And wanders from the sky —
That tells the starry self – the truth —
Yet questions never why.

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The Clock Sat Smugly on the Shelf | A Poem by Firestone Feinberg

The clock sat smugly on the shelf,
As if upon a throne,
Contented with uncounted wealth
Accrued through debtor-loan.

One thousand minutes from the lad
Who tried some time to keep –
Two hundred hours from the maid
Who’d stolen off to sleep —

And twenty days the afternoon
Full washed away by rain —
And thirty weeks – owed by the moon —
For daring so to wane.

Then laughed and laughed the greedy clock,
And selfish sneaked his hands,
As screaming trumpets – tick and tock —
Exclaimed his steep demands.

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