Wednesday, April 05, 2006


5 April 2006, 6:30 AM

It’s not that I don't ever rhyme- I do
I’ve even written a sonnet or two

It’s just that sometimes a rhyme can sound tortured
like gorging oneself on a walk through an orchard
minding not season nor firmness nor color
considering each fruit just as good as another
and stuffing them down till one’s hunger is met
then eating beyond til the stomach’s upset
and the eater forgets (or never quite knows)
the pleasure entailed if she dared to propose
a restriction upon her walk through wood

A boundary would be
in the end
for her good

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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