Feeble Attempts–a poem

I wrote this the first day I had this blog up and running, which is a little more than eight years ago. Hope you get what I was going for. Much love.

I’ve listened to the poets’ lies

through all my many lives;

I’ve sought the dreams and oils

they’ve carried in their bags.

I’ve tripped fantastically into pages

of the fools and weak sages

frantically grabbing the air

encircling the time they ate.

I’ve even added my own two cents

to the lexicon of written words,

equally foolishly, no doubt,

and hungry for time as well.

No sage…I.

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