This poem is about the difficult prospecting in life for goaled. There are many treasures to be discovered and re-discovered, even as life occasionally collapses upon us. Of course, each time we get through to the other side, however grizzled, we may just realize that the wrest is awe, as miraculously mine.<\/p>\n
Grizzled Prospector<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n To live This poem is about the difficult prospecting in life for goaled. There are many treasures to be discovered and re-discovered, even as life occasionally collapses upon us. Of course, each time we get through to the other side, however grizzled, … Continue reading
\nA lured journey
\nAs win some peeks
\nAnd mystifying bluffs
\nOf coursing through
\nRocky rapids
\nAnd tamed brook
\nThat uninterrupted colander
\nAs if
\nCombing for a nest egg
\nIn veritable nit picking
\nAnd in undating vagary
\nTo lay hand on
\nA soul hoard
\nOnly too mete
\nImpassable passes
\nImpressing one two
\nDecamping deeper
\nIn too
\nMountains of pain
\nOnly to uncover and recover
\nFalling earth
\nReining heaven
\nSoully to dig
\nThat which is empty
\nThere’s gold in them thar hells
\nThe grizzled prospector decries
\nEven as long the weigh
\nGiving up whatever they halve
\nFor a hole
\nLot more
\nAs heavens re-peer
\nFrom under
\nThe wait of earth
\nTo what can never be
\nThe same place
\nEver again
\nMaking it back
\nIn spades
\nTo that tiffany perch
\nWith standing
\nIn sheer possession
\nIn deed
\nOf awe that is mine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"