After Rod McKuen
Baby, It’s Warm Inside
Even as the world dashes headlong
toward it’s very end, daily it seems,
efforting to do itself harm,
I can stop moving, be more
deeply moved, and
listen to the warm.
If you like art forms, or care about living things, this is the blog for you. Poetry, essays, watercolor, acrylics, films, novels, music...pick your pleasure. I'll post my own work, and anyone else's which catch my eye. I'll recommend books and films, some obscure, others not. So, as Walt, my fellow Living Poet on the poetic asides section of writersdigest.com, says, "come little goldfish in my pond, interact, don't be koi."
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