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Deep thinking, especially perhaps when it takes a wishful or wistful turn, may well take us to the the most wonderful if unexpected places...
Listening to The Man play
Deep thinking, especially perhaps when it takes a wishful or wistful turn, may well take us to the the most wonderful if unexpected places...
BLUEGRASS
BUDDHA
Pensive, cross-legged
on the
sandbanks of time
wishing the
tide away...
watching
the flotsam and jetsam
of long,
happy hours
swoop and
dive like gulls
chasing
crumbs thrown
by this
child, those watchers,
from a
sandcastle’s tower
on a blue
glass sea of dreams
Oh,
happiness, reminding
like
specks in a kaleidoscope
even as
it turns, like earth
around
the sun, of days gone
forever,
never to return...
Good,
bad, halcyon days
chasing
after crumbs
thrown by
this child-watcher
from a
castle of half lies
on a
bluegrass sea of dreams
Listening to The Man play
and, oh, so wishing the tide away
if only for peace of mind,
entering into a past-present future
working and reworking
mind-body-spirit on behalf of ghosts
that would have us avoid
the errors of their ways, lead us
not into temptation
on a bluegrass sea of dreams
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005
if only for peace of mind,
entering into a past-present future
working and reworking
mind-body-spirit on behalf of ghosts
that would have us avoid
the errors of their ways, lead us
not into temptation
on a bluegrass sea of dreams
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005
[Note: An earlier version of this poems appears in A Feeling For The Quickness Of
Time by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2005.]
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