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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


Wandering Poet
2003-11-08 - 1:22 p.m.

Through forest, field and sea

The wandering poet leads

His feet in the right direction

To journey on in reflection.

Oh, wandering poet

Where have you been?

Tell me of your tales

Sing to me what you’ve seen.

Through forest, field and stream

The poet wanders on

Gathering seeds of wonder

For when his deed is done.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave