I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now! To see an earlier decade, the link is: http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
Thursday, September 1, 2011
My Body is a Temple
Lyle Tuttle crafted his art;
A fish on my back, embossed…
Years later this body, my temple
Is akin to a bombed out mosque.
A lasting statement of my youth,
The tattoo once made me unique…
Now fish gasp for air at the surface,
The Koi pond has sprung a leak.
Unlike an ancestor’s painting,
That remains on the estate’s wall…
Mr. Tuttle’s art gets buried!
The collector keeps it all.
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Shouldn't "collector" be capitalized? (God?)
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Except for the unbeliever the worm is the collector. I wonder why unbelievers don't capitalize "worm." For unbelievers, the Sperm is the Alpha and the Worm is the Omega. You could write a poem about that.
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