a pencil lay corner mind
eraser gone to oblivion
ink supply in rapid succession
lays spilled
i near forgot the notes written
by someone called me
i hear song without a word of quiet
early year, January, the soul emptied of spark & rhyme
cast as poet, norther hemisphere,
hearing me sing! ha!
i find near a humble retreat
i am home!
here no rules rein
i swallow spit,
blow the eternal nose
hear a belch coming aboard
yes i have sailed my mind
its the least an old man can do
for fun in a sprawl of sunshine new!
I love the way your expressions feel uninhibited & joyful, celebrating the everyday details of being a writer & being an old man (or for me, an old woman). It's like this for me -- the sun shines on my back & on my computer monitor as I write each morning, then I go about my day feeling bits of joy from the various things I write & other writers reply & it makes my ordinary limited life feel so expansive & meaningful, if only in these everyday details. Love that bright little highlight you've shone on me! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
i needed this one this morning...heading out to the courts pretty soon...but wow, it is a dreary morning, just stopped raining...and i feel the storm of age creeping up on me...the clouds want to burst and i try to stave them off.
thanks for this, my friend.
j.