Thursday, 7 September 2006, 1:41 p.m. - Poems
According to my research, it's two months to the day since my last poem. My apologies to subscribers. What happened? A trip to the U.S., a friend here to teach, the muse abandoning me completely, something of a blue funk setting in, discouragement about poetry in general, well, take your pick. But, as always, poetry draws me back like the moth to the flame. I hope the outcome is better, however. :)
Many people have commented on the untimely death of Australian Steve Irwin this past Monday. His was a lifestyle far different than most, certainly than my desk-bound, quiet mode. Each certainly has his own manner of life and preferred activities, so it's not my intent to say his was inappropriate. But not for me.
Today's poem wasn't written on the occasion of Irwin's death. It was begun Feb. 6th, and finished today or, at least, revised for today's email.
One man's adventures is another's lunacy, I suppose, just as the quiet life is misery for another. So today's poem is merely a reflection of a part of the life I enjoy.
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