unchained
January 4, 2013
nature is a prudish lover
and will not give secrets first
you must learn to win
them honestly
or not at all,
i’m afraid
for without you may
well kiss the wind
but the wind
will not
kiss you,
back.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
January 4, 2013 at 4:38 pm
Sounds like the bard’s song to introduce an epic. Can the Sieve commission you to write it in daily installments?