Date Posted:09/ 3/09 11:00:55pm Author: Dimon Subject: Re: The Blithe Plight of a Bumble Bee In reply to:
Leisa
's message, "The Blithe Plight of a Bumble Bee" on 08/29/09 11:32:32pm
That's French Gray Linen...
J/K
Canyon (Hers)
Red river dust
stains these boots,
stride through the valley
her words
echo from canyon walls.
Arid, breathless confessions
dry promises; pleading
ghastly, heretic
but bluesy fluted notes
blown across the desert.
Bending at the knees,
I take a handful
of sandy soil,
and listen...
knowing all the while
there are fruits that
flourish here.
SM.
Foot-sore
Weary.
> Another autumn morning,
> crisp breeze
> that could not penetrate
> isolated beauty.
>
> So many halting steps
> so many miles
> trenches choked
> with greedy smiles
> of a thousand hungry
> souls
>
> stumble through
> the potholes of our mystery;
> scratch at the scabbing skin
> and walk our own
> trail of blood.
>
> Count the fence-posts, dear,
> mark our way.
SM. MD. Dimon. MED. and any thing else you wish to call me
:)
When the radical priest came to get my release....
it may have been the radical release I just needed. :)
