the poetic manifesto
half heard melodies at dawn
dreams or the traces of dreaming
a woman's name said soft like breathing
memories of faces gone
footsteps in the hall on winter nights
sadness in the heart where love has been
softness on the fields after a storm
shadows bright with remembering
we will go through cowardice to bravery
into the timeless eye of mind
across the ungovernable sea
to where all poems have their end
and their beginnings naturally
come with me
dreams or the traces of dreaming
a woman's name said soft like breathing
memories of faces gone
footsteps in the hall on winter nights
sadness in the heart where love has been
softness on the fields after a storm
shadows bright with remembering
we will go through cowardice to bravery
into the timeless eye of mind
across the ungovernable sea
to where all poems have their end
and their beginnings naturally
come with me
posted by heelers | 2:31 AM
4 Comments:
See? This has nothing to do with the JP Crapola, and it's wonderful.
You know the Johnston Press is currently rebranding itself as JP Crapola...
Oh, I suppose that if I use their trademarked name there'll be a fee involved...
Well you may get sued by some passing crap that considers the association of its essence with the Johnston Press to be a libel.
James
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