Make it easy. - a poem
Skip the B.S.
Get to the point.
I already know what
You're going to say.
Stop looking at me
With that 'I'm confused' glaze.
Be honest. Shut
Up. Walk away.
Borrowed Dust
At the quickly fading age of 90, Stanley Kunitz finished one of his greatest poetry works, "Passing Through" with the words: "nothing is truly mine except my name. I only borrowed this dust." I find it essential to look at life in this way. It is fleeting. On this side of eternity I am merely borrowed dust.
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1 Comments:
I created a blog today, and it too is called Borrowed Dust! No wonder I couldn't get the weblink by the same name! You already had it! Apparently, we share a love of poetry, and an appreciation for Stanley Kunitz!
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