My Melancholic Dejection
is Not a Woe
of Despair,
Nor
is it a Deep
Pit of Black.
It is
the Sorrow
of Invisibility
and Unpolished Marble.
This Teacher
Mourns
for the Collective Soul-State:
Mourns
for the Collective Soul-State:
a Penetrating
Grief of the Unseen.
“I consider a human soul without education like marble in the quarry, which shows none of its inherent beauties until the skill of the polisher sketches out the colors, makes the surface shine and discovers every ornamental cloud, spot, and vein that runs through it.” -- Joseph Addison
damn mom you're good
ReplyDeletemom, log onto blogger, click "new post" and just start writing whatever comes into your head, edit it once, and post it.
ReplyDeletedo this on a once a week basis and be surprised at what your mind has sprung into creation - i know you like to have nicely curated material, but i'd be interested to see some brain farts from you