Physical Poetry
Concrete
yet yielding to the mind
Freedom
but limited to muscle, bone and flesh
Flight and
all things return to the earth...
Poetry
but as silent as the pumping of the heart
and the bellows of the lungs
Material,
chained in every unimportant way,
and liberated on the best of days
Spiritual
yet corporeal as life
and more real than death
yet yielding to the mind
Freedom
but limited to muscle, bone and flesh
Flight and
all things return to the earth...
Poetry
but as silent as the pumping of the heart
and the bellows of the lungs
Material,
chained in every unimportant way,
and liberated on the best of days
Spiritual
yet corporeal as life
and more real than death
posted by Sunwolf at 1:33 AM
2 Comments:
Congrats to your sister. How'd your mom take it?
She took it pretty well. As in, neutrally. There's nothing to complain about, really, because he's a good guy. If there was anything wrong, she'd be screaming. As it is, she's not exactly overjoyed, just...accepting. I guess that's the best my sis'll get.
But she better not change her name.
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