Card in pew pocket
announces,
"I am here."
I made only one statement
because of a bad winter.
Grease is the word; grease
is the way
I am feeling.
Real life emergencies or
flubbing behind the scenes.
As a child,
I was abandoned
in a story
made of trees.
Here's the small
gasp
of this clearing
come "upon" "again"
'I am feeling. Real life emergencies or flubbing behind the scenes.' loved the first two lines quoted, but unsure what flubbing means, and although I can image possibilities, I would be interested in explanations, from anyone familiar with this word and extended meanings?
As a child, I was abandoned in a story made of trees. Quite evocative and rich in texture, not to bad for waffle. Its distinctive
Of this clearing; with the very ways of life. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And this way is inspiring.