new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Bringing It All Back Home on the Messinian Range
With apologies to one of the Last Great Riders of the Purple Sage, Robert Zimmerman, also still hard at work Bringing It All Back Home!
Monday, March 15, 2010
As I Live and Breathe
I may be plumb tuckered,
Tired and worn out,
But
To my dying day, I swear
I’ll never utter another
Lifeless cliché.
Tired and worn out,
But
To my dying day, I swear
I’ll never utter another
Lifeless cliché.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Prodigal
The Lost Son?
Some lost souls say he was never lost
To begin with, though it’s hard
For the poor mind wanting
To grasp how
He was the profligate
Who found himself
By wasting it all away.
Some lost souls say he was never lost
To begin with, though it’s hard
For the poor mind wanting
To grasp how
He was the profligate
Who found himself
By wasting it all away.
Hagoromo, David Miller
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