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March 2007 - November 6, 2012
My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
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March 2007 - November 6, 2012
16 comments:
Here's the poem I mentioned in my comment on your "A poem I didn't write" post.
Author is unknown but found in the book Apples of Gold that I mentioned.
If you have learned to walk
A little more sure-footed than I,
Be patient with my stumbling then
And know that only as I do my best and try
May I attain the goal
For which we both are striving.
If through experience, your soul
Has gained heights which I
As yet in dim-lit vision see,
Hold out your hand and point the way
Lest from its straightness I should stray,
And walk a mile with me.
Empty words are all I get when I talk to myself.
Thanks, Andrea... this is a great poem. I'm gonna look for that book.
HB - oh, pshaw :)
H-boy, I talk to myself when I want to win an argument.
Hello, Ms. Jean!
BTW, Jax ain't all that scurvy, honest! I took a huuugggee cut in pay to work here, though. At least I have almost two more hours in my life, since I work two miles from home.
Sometimes the silences are more filled with meaning than the empty words, though.
There. *s* My bumper-sticker thoughts.
... word....
Eric
Hi Joan!... I've been spoiled for years. Only 4.5 miles to work for me... 15 minutes, max.
Irrelephant - yeah, I see your point. But, I'd rather hear nothing than listen to bullshit.
Atavist - uh huh.
Eric - yeah.
Jean, there I can wholeheartedly agree with you. Honest quiet is one of the most wonderous things I can think of, whether alone or with someone.
Irrelephant - indeed, sir.
Jean, have you ever read any Archie Ammons? He has a great poem called "Unsaid" about hearing in silence what isn't being said. It's from his collection "Selected Poems." If you don't know it, let me know and I'll email it to you (I couldn't find it on line anywhere).
His name sounds familiar, but I don't think I remember reading any of his work. Would love to, thanks.
Actually, I've been working on a poem for a while that speaks to the subject in a way.
I'll send it to you tonight.
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Your words ne'er empty
Filled with wisdom and foresight
Across lands of mind
Haiku
Mick - what a lovely compliment... thank you!
and sometimes more hurtful than a blow to the head,,,,
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