Like a scorpion,
poisoning me, paralyzing me,
With every sneaky movement
Oh, clever you
I didn’t see it coming
So tell me now, what is it
that you don’t understand
about people.
All that a critic, as critic, can give poets is the deadly encouragement that never ceases to remind them of how heavy their inheritance is. Harold Bloom
Vasequillo lake
about 15 minutes from our home
"You can never compete with anyone but yourself." Cassandra George Sturges MA, MA, Psy.D
Pamela, this is potent. Thank you for this one,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thanks Elizabeth. I just threw this one in. I love this girl Sam Phillips. She is great.
ReplyDeletePamela
well put,
ReplyDeleteI mean the words below the video ...
thanks for sharing.
Jingle,
ReplyDeleteThanks and I hope you are having a happy Sunday.
I am going to make an effort to write a poem for the potluck today.
Pamela