Learn to be a foreign correspondent
in your own country
question its motives
policies & procedures
laws are dead
without spirit
Learn to be a foreign correspondent
in your own mind
four-wheel-driving through your thoughts
aids stodge dislocation, scale removal
opens up another room
another world
Learn to be a foreign correspondent
in your own heart
hurl against the darkness
a thimbleful of love
pull weeds, let others hoe a little
like snuffling for truffles, let Love root out
diamonds on the inside
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You know, when a poem really strikes me, I like to write it down in my sketch book. Especially that final verse. So I was just wondering, as don't know your style well enough to assume, who to credit the verses to?
ReplyDeleteReally? Goodness. (I'm not being faux humble here, I just posted this because it's the only poem I've written in God knows how long and I felt lazy for printing it in first draft. And you want to write it in your sketch book? Sheesh, the world is a strange place :)
ReplyDeleteIt's mine, baby. All mine
Nice. I may keep it. too.
ReplyDeleteLate as I may be.. I really like this Sue. Whether it be purely on its own or with a view to so many things going on in the world at the moment.. Nail. Head. Hit.
ReplyDeleteThanks, dudes :)
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