Walking occupied her, body and mind,
in her nature she disfavored the straight line,
and coming on a bush or branch hanging low
she'd reach out to its full green leaves that grow,
extending her fingers to just graze
the foliage walking by; this did amaze
me to see, for much I've dunnit, less seen done,
this same way of loving what drinks the sun.
This absence in the public I find's rife:
the want, the need, the love, of touching life.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Its not that I don't like you
but your self interest's such a bore
that I can't be excited for
your little excitements, your
arts and crafts and little indictments.
Your projects are naught but mirror glances--
the clutter of your knowledge, your ideas!
Your little projects are but
so much fickle furniture arrangement.
And like the fumes of your
little indictments, I won't suffer em.
I know you supposed us need-be friends
but that's among your projects I can't care for.
but your self interest's such a bore
that I can't be excited for
your little excitements, your
arts and crafts and little indictments.
Your projects are naught but mirror glances--
the clutter of your knowledge, your ideas!
Your little projects are but
so much fickle furniture arrangement.
And like the fumes of your
little indictments, I won't suffer em.
I know you supposed us need-be friends
but that's among your projects I can't care for.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
As she happily confidently showed herself--
essentially explained herself-- in presentation fashion
i looked into her blue eyes losing my standing
and the strand of conversation that came unending from her
and explained her presence and seemingly all that got her to today,
also her husband's absence, and other happy details of her life...
but at some point my inattention was too plain
and it was my need to explain, that simply, excuse me, but your eyes are too pretty.
As a comment oft-received she accepted it smiling to tell me where she got'em,
all in her unending presentation fashion.
essentially explained herself-- in presentation fashion
i looked into her blue eyes losing my standing
and the strand of conversation that came unending from her
and explained her presence and seemingly all that got her to today,
also her husband's absence, and other happy details of her life...
but at some point my inattention was too plain
and it was my need to explain, that simply, excuse me, but your eyes are too pretty.
As a comment oft-received she accepted it smiling to tell me where she got'em,
all in her unending presentation fashion.
I'm raising a blog to carry some new and old writings. one day you think to yourself I need one of those. As soon as youve decided on a blog the rest is cherry pie. They make it easy. You gotta hand it to these blogs. Theyve definitely got numbers behind them. They're democratic, you can give them that.
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