Time out, the dull edge needs attention
lest like an overwrought bird in a storm
the magnetic path home be lost
so here, under this rocky ledge,
rest awhile, resharpen
the daily navigation tools
it is enough to stop
a senseless beating
of beak upon rock
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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sit a spell
think a spell
it will cure
most things
(or at least make them bearable)
i like this
promethean feel
in all senses
Great analogies! You have a keen poet's sense about birds and flight.
Hope you find rest and sharpness.
Keep that beak in fine form. You'll need it one day.
To demure... A farmer once told me that "farming is like beating one's head against a brick wall because when you stop it feels so good."
floots - relaxing thoughts - thanks. I'm not sure if birds really do senselessly hit things with their beaks, although there really was a woodpecker that would come every morning and bang on the neighbor's aluminum chimney pipe. Granted, woodpecker would be a special case. Here I did have a somewhat larger bird in mind.
aurora - thank you - I like the pictures you bring back from your trips, and from the stories it sounds like there is some good rejuvenation (remembering the special birthday party for your friend)
ryan - have just returned from the library with a copy of "A Distant Mirror" and looking forward to reading about the 14th century - thanks for mentioning this book on your blog. And for the kind words here.
Senseless beatings are bad for the complextion. Sitting, drinking, drinking, sitting clears the cobwebbs!!
It's always good to check what we know and what we feel when things becomes a bit too routine.
I really like the way you spell it out.
Excellent!
Good poem, man I like it.
Maybe you can sharpen your beak this way...just kidding. :-)
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