The Tao of Word 4
Beneath the bubble
bedecked in clothes,
belief, façade
and phobia,
beneath the drive
for ultimate
control, beneath
the antiseptic
heebie jeebies
masking something
underneath
unseen, unknown,
is all there is
that’s knowable.
~Feugill Poirier 2008
WHY DID I WAKE? WHEN SHALL I SLEEP AGAIN?
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In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site
for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson.
In it...
5 weeks ago
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