Sunday, April 15, 2012

Being Swept off My Feet


Do I hear folly calling me again in guise of air? 
Well, blow me down—how was it I was unaware 

A whirlwind muse kept my frenzy hidden there. 


4 comments:

  1. Holy cow, Poet-Man. This is terrific! Archilochus would gnash his teeth in envy....

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  2. Thanks, Joe, for your kind words but the truth is I gnash my teeth in envy every time I read what fragments are left of that inimitable and thus incomparable Parian--he's in the majors and I'm on a farm team.

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  3. "A whirlwind muse kept my frenzy hidden ... . "

    brilliant ! words, soundings, image one.

    and
    this "whirlwind muse" ? I (seem to) know her intimately

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  4. Thanks, Ed--

    Coming from one--you--who does indeed know this "whirlwind muse" intimately, this comment is indeed a compliment.

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