by Glen Martin Fitch
The tickle
of each sensuous delight,
the public joke,
the private jest all seem
like drunkenness and
yield bold laughter,
bright enough
to bring one's straining eyes
to stream.
To mask the torture
of one's gnawing fears,
embarrassment, or chronic misery,
to hide absurd grotesqueness
one finds tears
that yield a laughter
like insanity.
But when our human frailty is shown
or when surprise's riddle
has been solved
we come to learn the truth
we hadn't known
and laughter makes us
with the truth resolved.
The first response!
And on its own behalf
A laugh's the fittest answer
to a laugh!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011