The courage to encourage
(‘tis no accident the overlapping
of these two words)
<•>
tilling the fields of beautifully
and freshly seeded words,
gift wrapped in the essays
of the experimenting,
carefully and carelessly toe dipping
in the tooling of shapes and paintings sourced from a mere handful of
twenty six water colors,
in fresh water streaming waterfalls of:
knew
new eyes
new words
newly hewn
combinations
all
upon the early morn bluey sketch,
against a noisy background of a new day’s
first blushing
when the rested brain is so, so
receptive to newness,
itself a word of a
délicieuse lovely phonic
mouth treat
at 6:35an
on an ordinary Thursday
and now an
extraordinary Thursday,
when my inbox of old eyes
is delighted
and crinkly smiling
at the enduring uncovering
of
daring,
earning while yearning,
poets eager to give us freely
the first fruits of
their hybrid creations
makes an old man
weep new tears,
to accompany
him till the end
of the day,
each tear a diatom of lace upon
an endless river of,
well,
the everything,
a knitting of letters
flaring up with a robust,
Hey!
I am here,
I am aborning
so glad to make your acquaintance
nml
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 7:15 AM UTC
The courage to encourage
(‘tis no accident the overlapping
of these two words)
<•>
tilling the fields of beautifully
and freshly seeded words,
gift wrapped in the essays
of the experimenting,
carefully and carelessly toe dipping
in the tooling of shapes and paintings sourced from a mere handful of
twenty six water colors,
in fresh water streaming waterfalls of:
knew
new eyes
new words
newly hewn
combinations
all
upon the early morn bluey sketch,
against a noisy background of a new day’s
first blushing
when the rested brain is so, so
receptive to newness,
itself a word of a
délicieuse lovely phonic
mouth treat
at 6:35an
on an ordinary Thursday
and now an
extraordinary Thursday,
when my inbox of old eyes
is delighted
and crinkly smiling
at the enduring uncovering
of
daring,
earning while yearning,
poets eager to give us freely
the first fruits of
their hybrid creations
makes an old man
weep new tears,
to accompany
him till the end
of the day,
each tear a diatom of lace upon
an endless river of,
well,
the everything,
a knitting of letters
flaring up with a robust,
Hey!
I am here,
I am aborning
so glad to make your acquaintance
nml
6:35am
February 20
of Twenty
Twenty Five
and one reminds of a “new” ten year old:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1425812/oh-poet-be-ever-gentle-to-thy-words/
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