Tinker Posted May 8 Share Posted May 8 Machete Blunted by apathy and neglect,the rusted, pitted edge of my muse is whettedat an angle against the rasp of time, poets gone before, scribbles in the palm of my hand, and the coronation of words. It is this grated steel, back and forth, over and over,that hones the surface to a sharp, smooth blade to slice and clear my path through the rainforest. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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