Two Little Hands
My life's decades are the number of fingers on a well-formed human hand, not including the thumb....
Read MorePosted by s.r.g. | 25/08/2020 | poetry, verse libre | 0 |
The Green T-Shirt I'd only worn once In what is now a profile Picture on all social media There it was Not all that important Where it had always been So beloved and simple Freshly laundered, folded And then before I wear again,...
Read MoreDelicate work is brutal, a paradox eventually forgotten as the craftsman polishes his technique. As he polishes his technique he cultivates his patience. This is how he learns the effort of restraint, and learns again that...
Read MorePosted by s.r.g. | 01/06/2020 | poetry, verse libre | 0 |
mantis on our garden patio always praying thank you dear green one for your humble example
Read MoreBoredom is not necessary, neither is it illegal. Resorting to subjects, verbs and objects that are...
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