Metamorphous
You’re right
3 years ago, I viewed frogs as aliens
Now I wonder whether they’re angels
Months ago, I hated the sound of songbirds
Now I write their songs
I tweet along
Everything I did, I did do
It still was
Even if it no longer is
Whatever I am
I still am what I was
Even if I no longer am
You’re right
I was right and now I’m left
But the person I was hasn...
Tuesday 1st February 2022 11:42 am
Live Some
live some lost among high places
large houses, unfamiliar faces
saving up the seconds, wait
counting on a sure thing, fate
silly sounds that pull and tear
away from comfort and what’s fair
breathing in what sparks, it’s yours
pushing out cold facts, untoward
Friday 26th July 2019 6:16 pm
I Know
Maybe the grass will be greener,
The hills smoother,
The well deeper,
Sweeter—
If wishing makes it so.
If dreaming births hope—
I know.
The world won’t teeter,
The branch won’t bend itself low—
And the soil won’t rise to meet her.
Not for the dreamer
To grab hold of fruit that much quicker.
Nor will that water become liquor
Simply because it was told.
Thursday 21st May 2015 12:49 am
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