Bleak

Words bring thought Stir conscious Envoke feeling Stir pot Ruminate in my meloncholy gut The sky in northern Iowa now ‘Bleak!’ Great word Poets friend Sculptors knife Medium Chunk of wood Canves Vocabulary Intination Cadence All returns like humanity to dust Yet sift through ones we love We are more then dust Uncle Norm wasContinue reading “Bleak”

Morning has broken

Sonet written Song resang Words and all By a cat named Steven Wasn’t his Written fifteen century Seems odd Seems strange Musicians claim ditties theirs Concepts writers know concept refered to as plagerized Yet on NPR they always say some songs were once new Interesting Concept I shall always love the fifeteen crntury song ‘MorningContinue reading “Morning has broken”