a bird flew in fast,
landed on a wire
and wiggled to perch there,
as the wire bounced a lot
didn’t look easy, looked dangerous
considering how high up, how far the fall
how embarrassing it would be,
I’d say that bird was skillful
and you’d say,
aw, that’s nothing.
oh, really?
well, you try it
Addendum & Errata -
Why me worry?
So, I spend time worrying if I should use three stanzas in four lines, or three stanzas in three lines. This sort of thing can use two or three hours of my time, maybe several days. Not all at once, of course. I have to worry a while, then walk around and do something else, then come back and nothing has changed so I worry some more. Hey, I do my best, take my time, and worry when it doesn't feel right. For me feeling is what it's all about.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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2 comments:
I hear you old friend. I often find things to change when re-reading them puppies... those little, or long blog notes. But it's fun right(?), polishing things a little... getting it to where it feels a little more comfortable.
I know the feeling....
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