Tuesday, March 27, 2012

the edge

some days
so early
staff leaning  - crook of my arm
sipping coffee
astride a dark path

dim light
of a crescent moon sky

are there any more poems
out in that forest

today
even the temple dog
stays on the edge

7 comments:

  1. I love it! and hope there are at least a million more poems coming!

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  2. there *are* more poems out in that forest, i just know there are.

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  3. Old Ollie,

    This is very atmospheric. As though there is 'working' inspriation at work, that close to the forest...

    Eileen.

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  4. Wow, like this one. Out in the forest, as if poems are organic, a poem grows.

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  5. yes but don't miss the forest for the trees, and also don't forget the mountains, seas and skies, so many places to find those elusive gems.

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  6. "even the temple dog
    stays on the edge"

    The monk is indeed in his monastery.

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