Ok, the dirt
Ok, the dirt
Ok, the dirt is rambunctious, sure,
may I suggest you dine from my basket
while I knit icicles ?
every poem a decay unit
broken & bright all at once
erratic & wounded -
things do not depend on what we have done
and that is hilarious
may I suggest you dine from my basket
while I knit icicles ?
every poem a decay unit
broken & bright all at once
erratic & wounded -
things do not depend on what we have done
and that is hilarious
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: Ok, the dirt
I see ants and a picnic blanket. I feel the beat of a cold heart. I see lost and tattered love poems that once brought much happiness but then broke the heart of the one they were to. The last two lines. . .hummmmm. . .accusations unwarranted but believed just the same. But that is just my take. Interesting read.
Re: Ok, the dirt
Thx, Ann - appreciate it - glad you got out of it what you did - it's just a construct of chance operations for me, a submarine of sorts in attempt of reaching or creating a bridge where things can cross -
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Ok, the dirt
superb !...just subtle enough ( unlike my default pounding of the head)....this is poetry
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: Ok, the dirt
( unlike my default pounding of the head). - cracked me up -thx, saw
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Ok, the dirt
Here's to decay!
Re: Ok, the dirt
....I just take it in and hope to cross that bridge
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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