There is a seam of goldThat I’m learning to mineIt will need some workAs I’ve not thought this wayBut I’ve come to knowThat approval is found in poemsThat attention is a dying artIt’s craftsman are a fading breedAnd so a short and pithy poemIs all most thinking people needI write my thoughtsIn letter formAnd publish … Continue reading A Poet
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Free Verse
Recently my mind has become a depository of rhyming words Stacked ever higher against the day of needLike a library with groaning shelvesBooks awaiting to reveal secrets yet untold,And now I find my vice become a habitWithout knowing it a collector I’ve become,But for all the resource I possessI still toil over lines that don’t … Continue reading Free Verse
Letters To Pogue 