The troubadour's golden digest
My blog, a place where I may post all of the various things I try out, for this or that.
I've never opened my thoughts to the public before, maybe it's time.
(Today, 11 june, 2006 I publicly call myself a liar for
what is the majority of my poetry portfolio,
except a small window into my life
which is quickly opened to let out a ray of hope,
Special Thanks to Scarlett for my lovely blue ribbon.
Comments are always welcome, and even encouraged!
Please stay a while and have a cup of tea with some chocolate chip cookies. There is champagne served after the bewitching hour, but it's strictly BYOB - lol.
Three special thanks before closing. First to Kåre Enga i Noreg for the following poem:
Quartet for Strings
Let your bow ply long high notes
or stroke them smooth and mellow.
Caress my supple outstretched neck;
pluck the strings of my cello. [163.399a]
And second to Startiara for her budding mastery in the Than-Bauk:
Booth is his name
Writing his game
set aflame words
Iva Lilly Durham has come up with a new Than-Bauk; the original was lost, unfortunately.
The Man from Paree
The man from Paree
shouts with glee now.
I'm free, he says;
Gee, it feels good.
And here is a last minute addition which I recently found in another blog. Thank you Ski -ster .
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Jala Ad-din Rumi
Persian Poet and Mystic, 1207-1273
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