To: NicknamedBob; WayzataJOHNN; Mama_Bear; JustAmy; Billie; MEG33
You have no idea what a privilege it is to have my two favorite living poets right here.
510 posted on
08/04/2009 5:41:21 PM PDT by
Lady Jag
(Double your income. Fire the government)
To: Lady Jag; WayzataJOHNN; Mama_Bear; JustAmy; Billie; MEG33
"You have no idea what a privilege it is to have my two favorite living poets right here."
The Poem
The poem rests inside my head,
Like carvings set in stone.
And all I have to do is cut away,
The words that arent my own.
Every singing bit of rhyme,
Is like a memory.
So all I have to do is shed,
The parts that arent me.
One thing I often wonder,
As I chop the chips away,
How much of me is taken with,
The message I convey.
With all the mass of messages,
The scriptings that Ive cleft,
When I set out the last of them,
Will anything be left?
NicknamedBob . . . April 6, 2004
521 posted on
08/04/2009 6:52:28 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Oh well. Forewarned is forearmed. I'm up to my elbows in forearms.)
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