One Line Never Ending Poem

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
there are only three choices and three choices only:
hunker down; give up; hmm, what was three?

Originally posted by coquette
and, yes, i did choose, even still crouching and trembling

... and that was the morning and evening of the 4th day

inside the vault of the muse where invisible treasures are kept

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
... and that was the morning and evening of the 4th day

inside the vault of the muse where invisible treasures are kept

Originally posted by redbadger
the Dancing unicorn never wept
a sailor on the sea of night
dancing the entropy tango
whilst searching for the light

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Which had long since burnt out
Never to relight in this life.

Originally posted by sonhouse
His lights were always on the horizon

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
never focusing on what had been

Originally posted by redbadger
whilst stealing souls
and running riot
in their ruins
looking into the eyes of god
and seeing only the void

Originally posted by coquette
an aching bottomless pit

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
One Line Never Ending Poem's Sunday Afternoon Visiting Poet today is Denise Levertov
(coquette's word "aching" brought this poem to mind)

[b]The Ache of Marriage

The ache of marriage:
thigh and tongue, beloved,

are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,

each and each
...[text shortened]... nown outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.

~Denise Levertov (1932-1963)[/b]

Originally posted by HandyAndy
Was Denise a friend of R.G.?

... and that was the morning and evening of the 5th day
when it dawned that less was often aporpos

Originally posted by coquette
an aching bottomless pit

Originally posted by redbadger
Full of lifes regrets
tears never cried
babies never born
and sadness.... oh such pain