I thought about those distant lights
that coruscate on clearer nights;
belittled by the vast expanse
which dwarfs our petty appetites.
A smorgasbord of luscious chance
invites the hungry to advance
and sample all the heady spice
that seasons every circumstance,
for will alone cannot suffice
sustaining this condemned device—
assurance of unknown delights
alleviates the drastic price.
3 comments:
Hey Bob,
I have come to expect such beautiful work from you that I think I just take it for granted now. I apologize for that. You are still one of the best poets I've come across...if not the best. Even though I've worn out my dictionary in the last few years!
Shirl
btw...
thanks for your recent submission to the magazine. I tried to leave you a comment there but yours still no work! Surprise, surprise!
Ah Shirley, you truly are too kind, and it goes without saying that the world would really suck (not as much as my writing) minus people such as yourself. And I swear I had nothing to do with the comments! Probably nobody is reading it anyways ;)
I know, it's not you... just a gliche in the system. I haven't been able to figure it out as yet but I'm still trying!
And, stop saying your writing sucks before you convince someone...it hasn't worked for you yet!
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