22 Jul 15
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyand sipped a bordeaux
"One Line Never Ending Poem"
and so that was the morning and evening of the 7th day
after which all the poets gazed at what they had made,
then relaxed together at the high flying Pegasus Lounge;
and in the wee hours reluctantly strolled down the fragrant
well trodden moonlit path back to their seaside chalets....
while chatting about the elegantly appointed young lass on the grass
Originally posted by karoly aczelthe process of learning in any realm requires letting go
Complete,and yet still mad about the end,
...never knowing for sure
Earth morality ...
Still no cure.
Page 1 holds eternity,
Even RJ knows:
The never ending poem,
will... at last .... have to go.
of non-facts which may be uncomfortable or painful