all the best poems are love poemsA Poem by h d e rushin"slight is the subject, but not so the praise." a.pope
all the best poems are love poems, but wouldn't you know the fulsome birdfeeder
is overcrowded with the singers not the doers; not the keepers of the nest or those that hollow
out tree trunks for the young. Poems are all perfectible. The hominid way of rest.
What can the northeast wind bring to me? I am not popular; not hummingbird.
Nothing on earth points me earthward away from religious transcendence.
I am no more a language than the mumbo ants describe. I want to catch a cardinal
in a brown box and lift the corners up to see it's wings but red things are Whitman's
musings on death, wanting to capture the nonworld. As a bird, I hold nothing in my wing.
As a love poem or a person who can bleed one, I am the grayest ghost. Burried under the
sillions of alex. pope. Let me in! Let me in! into the shed where every word is known
into the house where the horses know your home. © 2012 h d e rushinReviews
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