Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

DESPERATION

The word angel ran off with the muse
after cutting my tongue from my mouth.
So now I’m left with pre-verbal grunts
and nothing to say.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Antony said...

It happens to all of us sometimes. Hang in there.

7:08 PM  
Anonymous Sacred Art of Living said...

I like the playfulness of this poem Rich! When you have nothing to say, make a poem about it, brilliant!

10:18 AM  
Blogger Anna said...

Hope you find your muse.

7:18 PM  

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