revelation
even Old Faithful
erupts on a schedule;
your words, like bees, sting
erupts on a schedule;
your words, like bees, sting
revelation
optimistic commented on revelation
07-27-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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