Tuesday, February 10, 2004
" Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. "
--H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
No walk yesterday... I was so bent that the horses were already fed and someone neglected to tell me... that I didn't take the walk. It's a small matter, but I have to gather the hay and walk it down the hill to the lower pasture only to lug it back up the hill on the discovery... blah blah blah. Once I had regained my composure I realized that it was a favor done... the communication just failed. The walk would have been therapeutic in retrospect.
Stayed up all night... Googling, BLOGGING, Poetry, and Da Boards.
My entries... " Poetry in Motion" daily contest:
Dysphoria
Devouring hope
primal trappings
of death wait
inside my mind
Dark and cold
a dreamscape
of shadows
:Bobby Nichols 2-10-2004
Shallow Fording
The stream humour bent
Provides the stepstones slippy
A soaking proffer'd
:Bobby Nichols 2-10-2004
More warm and fuzzy poems... " Dysphoria " is the state of ABNORMAL depression... 'nuff said about that ! Were the 'tiles' darker than usual ?
" Shallow Fording " , a Haiku, is a whimsical piece... the stream in this case offering its own stones to the casual who wish to cross, only to wish the unsuspecting a slippery soaking for their efforts. We have just such a stream not far from home that I have experience with.
Ugh ! Typos in yesterday's Haiku !! "streatch" instead of stretch and "tendral" for tendril... poetic license indeed. I'll edit when I install the poem on the collection page that is in the works.
Family awake... best to post.
Cuio mae !!!
C'ya.
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