|The Bloody Stupid Johnson hat in a Sir Terry Pratchett|
sort of mocking, snarky progression.
|David Whyte's poem in Mod Podge.|
In the meantime, on Easy Street, I've keyed in and printed out David Whyte's poem Everything Is Waiting For You. Hecatedemeter turned me on to his poetry, as well as Mary Oliver's. Two poets I'd never heard of until reading her blog. The poems of these artists (and Maya Angelou's too, come to think of it) get my attention on a visceral level. They speak to me. There are times I can't get enough, yet I don't actively seek out poems on line or in books. Seems more the treat to bump into a good set of words, well crafted and cadent, rather than hunting them down. So. This one made it to my journal for ruminations because, as I've been told, everything is waiting for me. Best not keep it all waiting.