[Soaring Feather]

Written on The Word for the Day Thread.

A pome, is a fruit, a sweet offering from nature
like Figs and Dates which are known as exotic
in flavor

A poem, is a fruit of another genre
it comes from the air without a sound

the tool is the human is soul,
open
to the movement of nature’s silent sounds
using the pen of ink from the soul.

Soaring Feather
02.16.08

[NicknamedBob]

Poet-Tree

One finds poems like leaves,
Strewn and sprawling in the path,
Fallen and scattered where they will.
Tiny garments, but if you do the math,

Somewhere the poet-tree stands naked,
Shivering and exposed to stares.
And all that it requires is a bit of warmth,
For buds to form, because somebody cares.

NicknamedBob . . . . . February 16, 2008

[Soaring Feather]

Oooops, I made an error

the tool is the human is soul,
Happens when I read what I think I wrote.