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Musings on Following Sheep
Dreams of writing something dark and Deep slip out of consciousness when All that comes to mind are sheep. The visit to the farm, Sheep paintings on the wall. Sheep everywhere. Sheep, sheep, sheep. Ah, but we do a disservice … Continue reading
Begging Vachel Lindsay’s Pardon
Begging Vachel Lindsay’s Pardon It’s not my fault, Vachel Lindsay. I only came to read your words And find inspiration. I tried to find you in my house But all the books in boxes Are hidden from my eyes Waiting … Continue reading
Posted in Personality, poetry
Tagged congo, inspiration, musings, pc, poetry, rhyme, rhythm, vachel lindsay
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Musings on Pepper Grinding
My Pepper Grinder is a piece of work. I twist and I twist and I twist. My hand grows weary and cramps For a few sprinkles of black gold. So I resort to salt. Salt in large mouth jars Where … Continue reading
Posted in Food, poetry
Tagged blood pressure, grinder, musings, pepper, poetry, salt
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An Apology to the Bees
An apology to the Bees for whom I planted the wild flowers, The barrage of colors intended to seduce you into the yard, Lure you with scents and promises of more, A pollenic paradise beyond the floral gate. Tomatoes and … Continue reading
Musings on a Wooden Breakfast
No food in the house today. I stare at the wooden furniture Biscuit sitting on the desk. It doesn’t look all that inviting But it looks better all the time. Don’t worry. I won’t eat it. It’s not that big … Continue reading
Musings in the Sauna
He lies there naked, sprawled as if just hit by a bus. Sweaty, slick and shiny. Unmoving. I see his chest move. No need to call the medic. His head nods. Perhaps he has acknowledged My entry into his world. … Continue reading
The Virtues of Digging into the Unknown
Like a curious child who must ask his mother To let him go into the world, you must give Yourself permission to go into the dark. Do not waver, do not wait for Your eyes will acclimate to the dark. … Continue reading
Musings on Sand Bathing
Twenty Little Sparrows Bathing in the Sand No one to call them home No one marking time They flutter and rest Flutter and rest until I approach and disturb the sunless Bathing with a schedule and a purpose They cannot … Continue reading
Musings on Crumbs
Crumbs on the table. I see them there but do not care. A little dirt is no deterrent, Creates no desire to turn away. The world’s too clean by far. Antiseptic and bare Are not the ways of Nature. Man-made … Continue reading
Posted in Freedom, poetry
Tagged cleanliness, compost, crumbs, ideas, imagination, musings, poetry, soul, sterile, Sterile environments
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Musings in the Dark
There is a certain comfort in walking Purposely into the darkness. You can’t see anything in there But it can’t see you either. You can see out. Those left Behind cannot see in. In the darkness fireflies play, Flashing in … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 