i like:
intellectual stimulation:
i desire,
friends for the journey-
to inspire and challenge me.
i longed for the other yesterday during worship.
i felt,
i needed to see and understand and be pushed around by something different.
i am relishing the challenge.
i hope my faint heart doesn't take over.
iron sharpening iron.
a potpourri
i wish i could recite
the poetry that moves
inside my heart
only fragments and bits
that i know in my head
but are unutterable once i try
to enunciate and bring them,
birth them into reality.
william carlos williams and
sonoma
and ginsberg and jack,
to look you in the eyes.
spring,
in paris.
know that you love who you are
down the road
there was one less travelled
and it has made all the difference
that you love who you are
the bright orange flame
the gift in her hand
she left me with a gift
and a red wheelbarrow,
plums that were cold too
delicious to eat alone.
monsieur
living voices and we drown.
the raving of eliot and
the dog with a collar
an epitaph-
pope.
alexander, dumas.
now we enter the realm of story
telling and myth making,
reality which we hoped to live
and live through the words written down.
ach!
if only i were strong enough for a lobotomy,
no, or the howling
howl
of the road. l'engle's mysterious and word
meshing combining that is almost not a poem,
just a sentence a thought fragmented
splintered like a jewel
with the robbins singing.
For I could not stop for Death.
so Death stopped for me.
i'm looking for life you know.
