tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9947853.post111861084260444991..comments2023-06-18T15:23:36.253-04:00Comments on Practicing Sanity: Oak LeavesMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02379750999344395133noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9947853.post-1119727975845932712005-06-25T15:32:00.000-04:002005-06-25T15:32:00.000-04:00Nice work, PG. I love it. If you just start, your ...Nice work, PG. I love it. If you just start, your thoughts will write themselves. Well done.<BR/><BR/>MariaMariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02379750999344395133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9947853.post-1119495937353843152005-06-22T23:05:00.000-04:002005-06-22T23:05:00.000-04:00Taking your advice about just writing something. H...Taking your advice about just writing something. Here is what came to mind reading "Oak Leaves".<BR/><BR/>Within life lies certain musical and lyrical apparatai, <BR/>seeking to be born,<BR/>to break forth,<BR/>from the sights and sound, <BR/>the rhythm and motions, <BR/>of our encounter with what has been created.<BR/><BR/>But we are constrained<BR/>by recalcitrance.<BR/>Unable to truly enjoy,<BR/>to dispassionately embrace, <BR/>what is substantially emotive and vibrant.<BR/>Instead we are animated <BR/>by what is not real<BR/>by what has no significance<BR/>and in the midst of the inane <BR/>we are only able to love by brute force.<BR/><BR/>Monday Night Poetry GuyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com