Groovy man, the Corner has been hanging in ye olde blog for a year. I dig poetry in all its flavors. I read and write poetry whenever I get the chance. For you regulars, your table is ready, for new guests, there is plenty of room, have a seat, enjoy a cocktail. Berets are welcome but not necessary. However, get the fingers snapping, the bongo has started up and the spotlight is shining on the stool.. I'll take a seat..
Every Living Moment
In every breath
there is a poem.
In
every heartbeat,
a pounding song.
In every sleepless night
and
daydream day--
in the distant minute
and instant years--
within
every living moment--
there is solid ground.
The river, the
conscious river,
flows through every breath,
a poem. Through every
heartbeat,
a song. Through every life
there is a vision,
an
original thought
rediscovering the past,
glimpsing the future.
And
in the end
of a thoughtless beginning,
beyond all imagination,
life
promises hope.
Make mine a double.
Posted by: vange | 08/02/2010 at 05:43 PM
Let's go down to O’Neills on Suffolk Street and recites some Yeats over a pint of Guinness. If Leopold Bloom shows up we can boot him out.
Posted by: Chikuba | 08/02/2010 at 06:22 PM