#10000
YOU,
one of the mainstay sails of this ship,
a timbered main, like so many others,
who come here to pray and be blessed
daily, sometime twice, and rare absent
from this battlefield of word worthiness,
where so many fall, unattended, but you
are not one of them
you cross my mind,
and bring me a smile,
all the time. line by line,
your bedlam blue, is our custodian
I repost what intrigues, makes me gasp, jealous and desiring
why and how you found these words, that trick my eyes,
in disbelieving belief, that you got there first, com~bo~ing
craziness delightfully, and says me **** how could have I
missed this, the that, where you are at, a missive missile firing
in a million directions, hitting every target...
so I thank you, twice times over, you
are the sailor extraordinaire that keeps our
leaky (bad gateway?) afloat, and it is you,
X 10,000 that I wish I could repost, this worthy cause,
but here I must pause, for you have given me a pleasured
insight, in right, it is us who should be shy, for not
honoring
you ever so much more.
with affection,
even I, Left Foot Poet
get it righted, sooner,
but never, is not permissible
so let us sail on...together...
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC
10,000 steps to a poem
<~>
walk to save my visions, my subterfuge-self, trying to
encapsulate the moments, seconds of nano-instances of a
tableau of histories, of actions becoming interactions,
a physical mitosis, ground into one human paste of word-cells
by a singular mortar and pestle that more than blends, but condenses
walk in Whitman’s footsteps, prowl old cobbled
streets seeing them anew, listening to the patois
of each skyward pathway, a commingling of
catechisms, Tefilot, Salah, Stuti Karana, into a stampede becoming a tornado funnel of a multivariate alphabets singularity - a prayer|poem returning to birth-mother
rush homeward desperate to retain the holy mess of verbal music,
before aged eyes release the visions, into a heavenly lost but found
depot of single lefty gloves, snatches and refrains, hymnals, phrases,
10,000 preservation band steps keeping but scraps, weeping
for the so much lost, yet blessing-uttering thankful for this one,
to a one
*who has kept us alive, sustained us, and brought us to
this moment, to this season.*
4/4/21
1:50pm
~writ by night, daylight born~
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
“I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that did work.”
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
“I have not failed. I've just found all the ways that did work.”
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
“I have not failed. I've just found all the ways that won't work.”
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
“I have not passed. I've just found 10,000 ways that keep me going.”
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
“I've not passed. I've just found 10,000 ways that didn't work.”
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
With 10,000 miles between us
I have been finding things to do,
And right now I don't miss you
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Nothing new has happened
I am just coming to terms...
Currently empty and tired,
No words are forming
Or coming out of my head.
This just confirms
That once again you've
Made me speechless.
10,000 miles away
But I still feel this way
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC