It's strange how these things happen. Wanted to create a blog for the Tuesday Poem group.
No cell phone. No account.
Hang on, I thought. This is crazy.
So for luck I put in my e-mail and my once-favourite password.
Presto. There it was an account - pre made. Obviously knew this day would come.
Cheers for reading. It's going to be about the poetry. Can't bear over analysis. I like simple truths, clear fresh language and occasionally rhyme (bad me).
I may not be part of the Tuesday blog yet, but here's the poem anyway. It's conception was only about 25 years ago. Bout time it was aired.
An Essay of Meaning
Picking the flesh
With such forethought
The tempting treat
Under the knife.
The molecules mixed
With such strong digestive juices,
are added to --
and thereby diminished.