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Monday, July 09, 2007

In other news...

You know, I was not quite sure what to post today. Was I going to go political (which I had sworn I was not going to do here) and point out that the Bush commutation of Libby's sentence could be the basis for an Obstruction of Justice charge against The Decider?

Well, maybe not. That is going to show up on State of Denial in a few days.

Instead, since the gardens are, for the most part, going great, I decided to share a poem I wrote about fifteen years ago, which reached final form about five years ago. I posted it on Sideon's blog a few weeks ago, but thought I'd post it here as well. What the hell.


The jealous rocks mutter early,
in the pearly morning light;
grow surly now, sharp words define-
the faults of the morning glory vine.
Which twists and turns,
turning divine, the craggy,
crabby space it climbs.


9 comments:

Mike said...

I wrote a poem about my wife's garden. It goes like this:

I hate these weeds.
They piss me off.
The end.

Joey Polanski said...

Seedling struggle, sapling strive.

Flowr flourish, grow, & thrive.

Topsoil tophat do I thus doff.

My stalk is out. My rocks are off.

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Phoebe Fay said...

Colonel, your poem is beautiful. But Joey's made me spit milk out my nose.

Catalyst said...

Cha, cha, cha.

Sara Sue said...

Sister Phoebe has voiced my comment perfectly ... but I spit water out of my nose. Lovely poem, Colonel!

Joey Polanski said...

Yeah, Colonel! REEEEEAL beautyfulski!

But, I mean, if ya aint makin stuff come out fokeses noses, then whats th point, right?

Cissy Strutt said...

Beautiful photo, Colonel, & a great poem to go with it.

Nothing came out of my nose reading Joey's. But something came out of somewhere, I can assure you.

Colonel Colonel said...

Mike-

The weeds sway in the breeze
like foam on the ocean.
Time to get the Roundup.

Joey- You win.

Phoebe- Did you know that if you hold your nose tight, it will come out your ears? I read in on the internet, so it must be true.

Catalyst- Badda-bing!

Sara- Thanks! See my note to Phoebe.

Joey- see above.

Cissy- I must admit it is not my photo, thanks, and um, thanks, I guess.