Sunday, January 29, 2006

Opus wished for wings that work - I wish for the gift of poetry

If I were I'd be delighted if I could pen something this good to my wife.
Me and You and Don Mclean

Don't know why I sing
after I come with you

Starry Night

Nor do I know what Vincent was trying to say
perhaps it’s what’s behind the paint
the moving strokes inside us

All I know
is everything comes alive
throbs and swirls and threatens
to break out of its frame
every blue every yellow
everything I knew of love

when I’m with you
via Sandhill Trek. Thanks for the pointer to the site, Frank. Ray Sweatman is pretty good.
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