There is a tickle brushing cells downstream; gist of a fickle throat. Chide me not it is not vanity; my words, my words let me hide. Shady is the song of mime; silence warbles at a fate no longer sure. Songs that need no words, refuge of inner ear, not the world of kings. MustContinue reading “Mind fog”
Monthly Archives: November 2017
The gentle earth is hidden
The gentle earth is hidden when neurons run around; the junco and the goldfinch have disputed Niger’s perch; no hunger is abated when instinct makes a push, and then the Cheshire smile awaiting brings paw to claw and so we watch as dirt meets bone alas, forever more. The cats who owned me stayed insideContinue reading “The gentle earth is hidden”
A never ebbing sea
He waits upon an empty bench- the man who does not see. He calls in toneless syllables- the man who will not hear. He shudders at the changing youth- the man who cannot learn. He leaves the fair before it begins- the man who will not try. What of these men who live yet die?Continue reading “A never ebbing sea”
Anne's mediocre poetry 