Soliloquize: a series
While you continue in buoyant and careless metre, scattering a poem beneath your feet,
sheltering weary laughter,
and rhyming all the cares of the world….
What knowledge can be found in your ruby heart of legend long-buried,
or songs sung in whispers,
or forgotten monotone fears?
[Are words not felicitous?]
Readers of this blog should prepare themselves for an impending small deluge of short and possibly ambiguous posts.