Sometimes
I catch my mind
circling for you with glazed eye--
my lost love hunting
your lost face.
Sometimes
I catch my mind
circling for you with glazed eye--
my lost love hunting
your lost face.
What it cost
Them is their secret.
My only thought is how to keep alive.
Next, I looked up Elizabeth Bishop's poem North Haven, ... The caftan in clear red silk with a richness of eyelet embroidery at outstretched sleeve. Did someone say party
I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.
The monument sticks like a fishbonein the city's throat.
Is getting well ever an art, or art a way to get well.
What use is my sense of humour?
It's the light of the oncoming train.
It is almost never possible to do pre-licensing studies that are large enough to find very rare events with great certainty, ... We have to find the correct balance between safety and making new preventive tools -- such as vaccines -- at a cost our society can afford.
The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.
In Boston serpents whistle at the cold.
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.
History has to live with what was here,
clutching and close to fumbling all we had--
it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
unlike writing, life never finishes.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.
A car radio bleats,
Love, O careless Love.
This is death, To die and know it. This is the Black Widow, death.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories