all with the open & some between

[the mingo]

with together soar - some with open and
garden eat us language
all belong & language all
another some between wings
the together with diamonds in charm fun for wish
hope some sea old full there where the swim hold light
so stars one alike shine belong with open language
all with the open & some between
there be that woods one playmates the back years
10,000 years on a crossroads
the wolves six miles tall - dire & smiling - a stopped idea
it was farm her followed the silence
the silence of 10,000 years on a crossroads
and that towards extinct
everyone reached down
followed the gone
and be are lived it
it was the there years
put down on python skin all the seams waterproofed
with eskimo oil for the go

[justwalt]

understand, best as can, I the lingo,
is here the mind trapped, not time in,
space too nay... dimential yea, and
potential so, happened the mingo to

[the mingo]

[dadio]

Put away the Finnigan's Wake. enjoyable poem.

[SadLuckDame]

I saw a picture two days ago of three wolves tearing at a piece of meat.
It was divine to see them caught in action, the pure hunger, the survival of the fittest, the natural grain of the woods and later they may lay down together, keep warm together in a side-by-side fashion, but first they have to eat.


Thank you, mingo for the poem and it being a chord on a violin of life.

[the mingo]

Thx, folks