[lit-ideas] Thursday Poem

  • From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 09:54:11 -0800

There is an ebb ebbing.

We share our little

Language but we try,

Some of us, to flow

Beyond the banks

Not realizing, usually,

That we wash away

 

Shrubs and weeds

Which might have 

Contentedly grown

Along these ways

Indefinitely.  They resent

Being turned into

Jetsam and fringe

 

The shore with their 

Complaints.   Are we

Are at war once again

Focusing as we do

Upon our direction rather

Their grasp of earth

We negligently pass by?

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