this time
April 21, 2009
This time
in this life,
a plateau
to which
I will never
return.
wrestling with congruency
This time
in this life,
a plateau
to which
I will never
return.
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April 21, 2009 at 10:01 pm
I like this very much. Happy Poetry Month, to a wonderful poet. xo
April 23, 2009 at 5:01 am
Simple. True. The best kind of writing, in my opinion.
April 24, 2009 at 6:30 pm
Hello Lily – like a flower you appear with fragrant words and sentiment – as sweet as this day today – our first truly perfect one this Appalachian Spring. xo
howard – you are a fellow practitioner of the style. If pressed, I call it east/west.
To both of you, a Happy and Deserved Poetry Month. Thank you for sharing your talents with me over these past years. I am the richer.