*"Want to wear words,
like clothing, a tailor and an editor,
am I not stitching,
threads into a finest tapestry,
then the very thought to blog,
bogs and constipates desire,
leaving me to log the frustration
on paper pages to cook up ideas of which
the Best of Which,
have simmered away...
but I taste the air above this write of yours;
it restores the delight,
to write for others,
briefly log my take and give on life,
thanks for the encouragement,
ha ha, more, more"*...
Ottar
why write praise of others,
when their own words
do all the work
bring your pen and quill,
he says,
and the hands
by them employed,
perform on the Pantages Theater
in Tacoma
put your toys aboard a
kayak
peddle paddle the Columbia,
blade one in Washington,
the other, propulsion oriented to the Oregon side,
he in the cockpit,
wonder wandering reflecting
what is the life story of a
beggar man
with so many, already,
steve-adore friends
in ore-gun,
who all can carry words
from their ships into shared knapsacks,
all for breaking
the fast
that men's soul
sometime suffer
words given each of us,
free and given freely
better have the wisdom to hear the best,
finery
in them
and this man's soul work, simple,
record, record...record
and share
***the finer, better,
finery of yours***
free
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
*"Want to wear words,
like clothing, a tailor and an editor,
am I not stitching,
threads into a finest tapestry,
then the very thought to blog,
bogs and constipates desire,
leaving me to log the frustration
on paper pages to cook up ideas of which
the Best of Which,
have simmered away...
but I taste the air above this write of yours;
it restores the delight,
to write for others,
briefly log my take and give on life,
thanks for the encouragement,
ha ha, more, more"*...
Ottar
why write praise of others,
when their own words
do all the work
bring your pen and quill,
he says,
and the hands
by them employed,
perform on the Pantages Theater
in Tacoma
put your toys aboard a
kayak
peddle paddle the Columbia,
blade one in Washington,
the other, propulsion oriented to the Oregon side,
he in the cockpit,
wonder wandering reflecting
what is the life story of a
beggar man
with so many, already,
steve-adore friends
in ore-gun,
who all can carry words
from their ships into shared knapsacks,
all for breaking
the fast
that men's soul
sometime suffer
words given each of us,
free and given freely
better have the wisdom to hear the best,
finery
in them
and this man's soul work, simple,
record, record...record
and share
***the finer, better,
finery of yours***
free
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