How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
~ Bob Dylan
You can't always get
What you want
But if you try sometimes
You just might find
You get what you need...
~ The Rolling Stones
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces on the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings...
by T.S. Eliot
Night Frogs
I wake and find myself in the woods, far from
the castle.
The train hurtles through lonely Louisiana at night.
The sleep turns to the wall, delicate
aircraft dive toward earth.
A woman whispers to me, urges me to speak truths.
"I am afraid that you won't be honest with me."
Half or more of the moon rolls on a shadow.
Owls talk at night, loons wheel cries through
lower waters.
Hoof marks turn up--something with hooves
tramples
the grasses while the horses are asleep.
A shape flat and four feet long slips under the door
and lies exhausted on the floor in the morning.
When I look back, there is a blind spot in the car.
What is it in my father I keep not noticing?
I cannot remember years of my childhood.
Some parts of me I cannot find now.
I intended that; I threw some parts of me away
at ten; others at twenty; a lot at twenty-eight.
I wanted to thin myself out as a wire is thinned.
Is there enough left of me now to be honest?
The lizard moves stiffly over November roads.
How much I am drawn toward my parents!
I walk back
and forth, looking toward the old landing.
Night frogs give out the croak of the planet turning.
~by Robert Bly
links to my favorite poets:
t.s. eliot , pablo neruda , philip larkin ,
william carlos williams ,
federico garcia lorca , charles bukowski ,
anna akhmatova , and bob dylan .....
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
~ T.S. Eliot
The End!
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There are in our lives bookmarks that allow us to turn without effort to the pages of yesterday. Like cards and photographs and treasured scraps of paper inserted between892 lines, 11 comments, May 2, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
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jantastic on January 16Nice to see you posting some again.

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jantastic on December 24, 2009Merry Christmas Travis. Hope it`s a happy one.
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jantastic on December 3, 2009Happy December...

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minimalist enough on December 2, 2009oi, check it, share it!!!
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Rembrandt.

