philosopher poets
never shy from prying the lids
off history’s coffins
philosopher poets
never shy from prying the lids
off history’s coffins
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Why would they? Its a cheap thrill for an obvious insight.
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At my age, every thrill is costly.
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Mmmm
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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That could explain why so many philosopher poets ignore the coffin whose lid was pried off by its
inhabitant.
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the best discoveries are our own
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Haha, nice work on a true story!
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thank you, Lee Roy
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Costly thrills–hmmm, yes. Eat more raspberries, Paul–we want you around for a good long while. Truly.
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ha ha – I’ll give it my best
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