Poetry on the edge
Poetry is on the edge
of what society sees as useful
pin held to balloon
:- Doug.
Poetry is on the edge
of what society sees as useful
pin held to balloon
:- Doug.
The human’s plight: having possibilities that scare us because we might die in the effort. So we ourselves rein in.
:- Doug.
There the transformation begins
in heart of heart
—ear—
:- Doug.
Maybe we are the animus mundi
seeing deeply
giving voice
attention paying
hearing
:- Doug.
Friend into your depths, my depths.
:- Doug.