Poem
Unfortunately I seldom believe we have time and I mourn for my grandchildren
My apocalyptic nature comes and goes.
We humans are a strange animal. I guess occasionally being able to forget is a gift for "thinking" animals
This poem shook me. I had to sit with this for days until I could pretend that the lump in my throat was gone.
Thank you.
"Our empathy is only a shovel." Yes. And wow, that line says the things that only poetry can say.
Thank you, Drew. That line was hanging around my head before I conceived of this poem. Solitary lines will stay with me like islands until I find the keys that connect them to other islands.
What a powerful image and necessary indictment. Thanks, Sherman
Lennie carried a dead mouse in his pocket. Maybe he was the last innocent.
An innocent unaware of his strength?
Nevertheless, an artist of sorts.
Unfortunately I seldom believe we have time and I mourn for my grandchildren
My apocalyptic nature comes and goes.
We humans are a strange animal. I guess occasionally being able to forget is a gift for "thinking" animals
This poem shook me. I had to sit with this for days until I could pretend that the lump in my throat was gone.
Thank you.
"Our empathy is only a shovel." Yes. And wow, that line says the things that only poetry can say.
Thank you, Drew. That line was hanging around my head before I conceived of this poem. Solitary lines will stay with me like islands until I find the keys that connect them to other islands.
What a powerful image and necessary indictment. Thanks, Sherman
Thank you.
Lennie carried a dead mouse in his pocket. Maybe he was the last innocent.
An innocent unaware of his strength?
Nevertheless, an artist of sorts.