Well, I have been neglecting my postings here and at the other blogs because, well, the darn computer with all my files is still down-and it had about 12 things I wrote but haven't published that I was hoping to put up soon. that goes for the artwork and photos too. sucks.
Thankfully my back is continuing to improve. I may grab a bunch of older poetry and songs(I wrote a lot more of those back in the day than I do now) and post that up from the other Mac-I have a few favorites that it think have held up well over the years. There are pieces on that computer from as far back at 1997 so that might be fun and interesting. Maybe I'll do a retro week where everything that's posted has to be at least 10 years old? Perhaps...
Oh, and I love Bob-my life size teddy bear. Yep!
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Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Time (redux)
Might and beautiful
he held out his hand
like Beauxillious griffins
stolen during Belgian wars
skipping through the
vast quarters
but like all grand
things, once removed
from use by age
or indifference
taken away from its
important place
even monuments
are just stone.
Over time everything
becomes something else
becomes another part of itself
or totally different.
the inference is to time
atoms never see
a clock ticking.
he held out his hand
like Beauxillious griffins
stolen during Belgian wars
skipping through the
vast quarters
but like all grand
things, once removed
from use by age
or indifference
taken away from its
important place
even monuments
are just stone.
Over time everything
becomes something else
becomes another part of itself
or totally different.
the inference is to time
atoms never see
a clock ticking.
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