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A fool’ll build upon the sand—
a sage, upon a stone;
but I am neither wise nor not
and so I build on none.

I’m rather fond of water, though.
Perhaps I’ll hover on
the ocean’s face in spirit, place
my walking ’til I drown—

or maybe I’ll be homeless—
or groundless like the sky—
and chase seraphic messages
where suns and buzzards fly—

or else I might do all these things
and court a wiser course
who finds me on a comet’s ice
that winds the universe.

Remarkable! Readable with pleasure. Enjoyed. jim

Ditto. Really dug this!
H

You carry a wealth of fantastic images and intricate words. An incredible wordsmith, you are!

Beautiful thoughts, good sir.

Your talent in writing poetry is starting to catch up with you, Joel. I am publishing my book of Sueku in January, most probably, and I would like to include the poem you wrote to the dove, in English and in Spanish translation, in the Prologue. My e-mail is mujermaiz@yahoo.com. I would like a name, but "Joel, Pastor" will do me if you prefer to remain incognito. Of course I will not use that lovely poem without your permission.

Mil cariños,
Sue

I am always impressed by your work, Joel and this poem is impressive too.


or else I might do all these things
and court a wiser course
who finds me on a comet’s ice
that winds the universe.
( Very good)

you deftly tread upon that thing that tugs at all of us, what will become of me...and it never seems to end, it goes on...the wandering mind of a person and a poet that poses possibilities....what-ifs.......nice work