"erors" poems
a __manuscript__ set forth
erors _sprawld_ acros
every single page
t̾e̾a̾ stains spot it
where it lᵢₑs fₒᵣgₒttₑN
on your desk now
half finished __here...__
c h o p p y sentences
full of m̴i̴s̴t̴a̴k̴e̴s̴
marked up in RED
there are _improvements_
_little notes_ jotted down
between the margins
___waiting for action
as you steep a cup
to string it together___
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
If it may ease the strain I welcome it
gladly and with open arms but
I really doubt it will come so easy
and so I will make the erors myself.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Some day you may realize that if everything
you wished for were yours. A beautiful home;
People to serve your every need; etc.etc but it All
Came with a perpetual trepidations of immanent
Death, You would know that nothing would make
You content without the sense that this would be
yours for an indefinite time to come; that is the
Future, a promise that can be known now but not be
Realized now. Keep the faith. Be hopeful and give
Thanks for what you have been given; and for all the
Days to come that may yet bring you greater joy . ...
Father forgive us our erors as we forgive others
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 3:16 PM UTC