August 21, 2003
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My dreams are of gardeners.
They frighten the beaters of flowers with their gentle faces.
They answer what the old heart asks.
I close with effort the illusion of my nights.
(poem by me)
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A Passage Through August – some lovely August poems by other poets:
http://www.augustpoetry.org/index.htm
Deep Thought: If I was the head of a country that lost a war, and I had to sign a peace treaty, just as I was signing, I’d glance over the treaty and then suddenly act surprised. “Wait a minute! I thought we won!”
Comments (2)
I like the poem…. just obscure enough to keep you wondering.
Oooo — a poem to make you think. I liked the “beaters of flowers;” that sure was a sudden jolt. And the nights bit. Do you publish?
As to the peace treaty: excellent!
