It is a bright, bright day
Until you follow the road by the river
Then the sun and sky are blotted out
by overhanging branches
and images of very strange things
lurking in the shadows
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There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
-Robert Graves, poet and novelist (1895-1985)
-Robert Graves, poet and novelist (1895-1985)
My thoughts from here and there
Picked up and put down
Moved around
Some of them seem to
come from nowhere -
Others are carefully cultivated
Nurtured and cared for
until they grow
ready to share
A brightness from my heart
A gift -
A part of me.
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2 comments:
I wasn't lurking! I was just standing there, minding my own business.
It has been a while since you posted here.
I love these kinds of paths and you captured them well.
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