23 December 2010

Winter Poetry Slam: Patuxent River Meditation #6

Green scent of pine boughs,
Motley lights cradled, sparkling,
waiting for her love


  1. *swoon*

    That was pure...poetry. Heh.

    I've been a lurker before but decided to "come out of the closet" so to speak, after Goodfather's salute to all that is Irish Gumbo. :)

  2. Hey, I just came over from Good Father and he's right, you are a di-

    Oh, heh heh. No, it's me. Just joking.

    You're a poet, sir, a poet.

  3. @CDA - LOL! That was awesome. And I agree with the poet part.

  4. Nice. I can imagine the cold there. But the warmth inside compensates.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...