In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt -- a wind to freeze;
Sad patience -- joyous energies;
Humility -- yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity -- reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel -- Art.
fallen leaves skitter
as grass sprouts in twined roots:
all seasons at once.
Mac-n-Cheese.
But seriously, I don’t think I’m acquainted with the experience.
askew tombstones
under a yawning tree:
a crow on its branch.
Dawn rain has washed the city of its dust;
The refreshed hotel willows tremble in a gust.
My friendly advice, you dry up another glass,
You have no acquaintance beyond The Jade Gate Pass.
Why do you blog?
A quick and easy fix of creative output.
That said, by the original definition of “blog,” it could be argued that I don’t blog and never did much of it, as my posts are not of a journaling / thoughts on “X” variety and rarely have been.
a shrine watches
over a calm harbor as
storm winds buffet.
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