Wednesday, May 25, 2005
full moon in may 2005
You won’t know this, at your age,
but there will come a time when you are to busy to do art, it’s
not a necessity, like breathing, it’s an addiction, like sex.
In golden lake there now come times
when I am too busy to write. Come again? says my muse.
empty your mind, here, let me do it for you.
I have full faced you three hundred and
sixty five divided by 7 times 4 times sixty nights
and sported a new light in each dark.
Even as you grow old and become
too busy to do much more than put together
your next nap, we will always have time to do art.
but there will come a time when you are to busy to do art, it’s
not a necessity, like breathing, it’s an addiction, like sex.
In golden lake there now come times
when I am too busy to write. Come again? says my muse.
empty your mind, here, let me do it for you.
I have full faced you three hundred and
sixty five divided by 7 times 4 times sixty nights
and sported a new light in each dark.
Even as you grow old and become
too busy to do much more than put together
your next nap, we will always have time to do art.
Friday, October 15, 2004
so...
so what I do is click 'blogger power'and then click the stream called jenifer mcvaugh and then click edit post and then create. Discern, click, wait, create, is there a poem here?
