One of mine and then another one

First, here's a little
picture I like. Click
on it to see it larger.
I think the mosaic
is a bit like a poem.








And now, here's mine--Ruth said I should post it, and she's the boss.

A poem can be about anything
But it’s about nothing if it’s not written down
So

Reject the world’s bait, the guru says
But have you ever tried cheese
Wrapped in bacon?
You (space) would (space) love it,
She said

The world’s bait
Something we throw ourselves
Like throwing worms to a fish
Toss your line in the water
Jab the air with your finger and frown

Fish, don’t eat this
The fish never blinks, just lunges and swallows

Shall we wrap it in cheese?

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And this is the other one--I like the pictures it makes in my mind.

SELF - PORTRAIT

by Edward Hirsch

I lived between my heart and my head,
like a married couple who can’t get along.

I lived between my left arm, which is swift
and sinister, and my right, which is righteous.

I lived between a laugh and a scowl,
and voted against myself, a two-party system.

My left leg dawdled or danced along,
my right cleaved to the straight and narrow.

My left shoulder was like a stripper on vacation,
my right stood upright as a Roman soldier.

Let’s just say that my left side was the organ
donor and leave my private parts alone,

but as for my eyes, which are two shades
of brown, well, Dionysus, meet Apollo.

Look at Eve raising her left eyebrow
while Adam puts his right foot down.

No one expected it to survive,
but divorce seemed out of the question.

I suppose my left hand and my right hand
will be clasped over my chest in the coffin

and I’ll be reconciled at last,
I’ll be whole again.