Written with life,
rhythm and meaning
tattoo our soul
with loss, desire
and years of searching,
only to discover
in this unnoticed room,
with blank paper
and knowing glance,
our very own self.
Written with life,
rhythm and meaning
tattoo our soul
with loss, desire
and years of searching,
only to discover
in this unnoticed room,
with blank paper
and knowing glance,
our very own self.
Wow! How beautiful, Don….talk about short and sweet!
When all else is eliminated, what is left must be true. Simple. Honest. Alpha and Omega.
I think Bertrand Russell would have said, “I am the only one I can discover”.
I love how everything takes us back to ourself. You captured it beautifully. Thanks Don.
Whew! An end to the incessant striving………
I love the changes you’ve made to your website, and this poem is a great one for your fans to share to thir social media sites–I know I will!
So lovely Don. So lovely.
Written everywhere
In This Room
as you say so tenderly, noticing anew.
Ever anew.
So glad for you, your life, your writing &
for knowing you.
db
there’s a place
where i can go
to tell my troubles to…
in my room….
in my room
was it the Beach Boys who sang that song in the ’60s? i am admittedly too much in my room, but there is a larger room i go to…nature, the wild kingdom, where i am not in control but must accept community of all residents—the big picture.
Don, as always, your poems break through like a sudden rain on a humid summer day. You bless us, brother.
don
i just read your poem again
& i see these 4 words
and these images anew
in this unnoticed room
4 absolutely riveting words (a poem in 4 words)
& the images invoked in me are amazing
& everything in the final three lines
the final 3 lines well
that is another poem
db
db
Yes, the end of the search……….thank you Don! You always touch my heart and stimulate my mind.