You want to
live in a hut in the woods like some
medieval,Welsh poet and write
poetry to yew trees.
You want to be the grass.
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Here I am posting poetry into cyber-space. Might as well post it to the wind.
whereabouts unknown
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- morganabag
- I write poetry to stimulate that part of my brain that lights up for visual images. I don't know the name of that part of my brain but that's where god is.
Glad to discover you and your blog. Thanks for following me on Identi.ca; I'm about to reciprocate - I noticed you in a friend's list recently. (p.s. Franny and Zooey is one of my favorite books too.)
ReplyDeleteHow did you know? :-)
ReplyDeleteI like this poem. I'm also enjoying your haiku on identi.ca.
cheers,
Kyle