Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>>> Behind The Forest

>>>>> Under the tent
>>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>>> Under the black base
>>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>>> The ink glistens
>>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>>> Working to purity
>>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>>> No tears.
>>>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>>> as the drugs
>>>>> human drugs
>>>>> create the sound.
>>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>>> Catch the flow
>>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>>> are no match for the
>>>>> old man with beads.
>>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>>> through the breeze...
>>>>> words about money float by.
>>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> Thanks to Jim Senetto for reading and commenting.

> 🙂

He did...???

Victor H. wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>>> Behind The Forest

>>>>>> Under the tent
>>>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>>>> Under the black base
>>>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>>>> The ink glistens
>>>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>>>> Working to purity
>>>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>>>> No tears.
>>>>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>>>> as the drugs
>>>>>> human drugs
>>>>>> create the sound.
>>>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>>>> Catch the flow
>>>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>>>> are no match for the
>>>>>> old man with beads.
>>>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>>>> through the breeze...
>>>>>> words about money float by.
>>>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> Thanks to Jim Senetto for reading and commenting.

>> 🙂

> He did...???

Jim Senetto is going through my poetry making selections, which I'm revising and posting on the Shadowville Mythos blog.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Hello there, thanks again for the nod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tomorrow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

Having another read, quite enjoyed...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Hey there, happy holidays.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

>> Behind The Forest.
>
>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tomorrow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

Second read... quite lovely...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> Behind The Forest.
>>
>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Second read... quite lovely...

Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tomorrow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

Up to read seven or eight, still finding wonders in this one....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> Up to read seven or eight, still finding wonders in this one....

Good morning, glad it works for you.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>> 🙂

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good afternoon, Zod, y'all having the usual Friday fish fry bonfire party at the camp tonight?

I can't make it but hope it goes well.

;)

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> Behind The Forest.
>
>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The facist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> One of the great ones....

Good morning my friend and again, thanks for the nod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tomorrow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

As I have declared, this os one of your all-time greatest, Doc....

On Saturday, December 17, 2022 at 3:50:13 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> >> Behind The Forest.
>
> >> Under the tent
> >> can't describe this light.
> >> Under the black base
> >> are blue and red shadows.
> >> The ink glistens
> >> silvery like tiny mercury.
>
> >> Working to purity
> >> music and words and sweat.
> >> No tears.
> >> Forget tomorrow.
> >> Let go the problems in time.
>
> >> Sun bleached cure
> >> the addiction does not hold me
> >> as the drugs
> >> human drugs
> >> create the sound.
> >> Saint Augustine night
> >> moon mother smiles.
>
> >> Catch the flow
> >> it may never be back again, though possible.
> >> Poetic form disintegrates
> >> quit cold turkey,
> >> so I can find what I have lost.
> >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
> >> The fascist doctors
> >> are no match for the
> >> old man with beads.
> >> Double digeridoo warble
> >> aboriginal soul hum.
> >> Sweat, blue meets red.
> >> Let it drop for peace of mind.
>
> >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
> >> through the breeze...
> >> words about money float by.
> >> Hope springs eternal
> >> as long as the well ain't dry.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
>
> >> ----------------------------------------------
>
> > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.
>
> > As always, comments and critique are welcome.
> As I have declared, this os one of your all-time greatest, Doc....

Hello Zod, I appreciate the positive feedback.

🙂

Family Guy wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> > >> Behind The Forest.
>> >
>> > >> Under the tent
>> > >> can't describe this light.
>> > >> Under the black base
>> > >> are blue and red shadows.
>> > >> The ink glistens
>> > >> silvery like tiny mercury.
>> >
>> > >> Working to purity
>> > >> music and words and sweat.
>> > >> No tears.
>> > >> Forget tommorow.
>> > >> Let go the problems in time.
>> >
>> > >> Sun bleached cure
>> > >> the addiction does not hold me
>> > >> as the drugs
>> > >> human drugs
>> > >> create the sound.
>> > >> Saint Augustine night
>> > >> moon mother smiles.
>> >
>> > >> Catch the flow
>> > >> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> > >> Poetic form disintegrates
>> > >> quit cold turkey,
>> > >> so I can find what I have lost.
>> > >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
>> > >> The fascist doctors
>> > >> are no match for the
>> > >> old man with beads.
>> > >> Double digeridoo warble
>> > >> aboriginal soul hum.
>> > >> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> > >> Let it drop for peace of mind.
>> >
>> > >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> > >> through the breeze...
>> > >> words about money float by.
>> > >> Hope springs eternal
>> > >> as long as the well ain't dry.
>> >
>> > >> -Will Dockery
>> >
>> > >> ----------------------------------------------
>> >
>> > > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.
>> >
>> > > As always, comments and critique are welcome.
>> >
>> >
>> > Outstanding poetry, Doc....
>> Thanks for the nod, Zod.
>>
>

> Thanks for the nod

You seem confused again, Dink.

HTH and HAND.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good afternoon, thanks again for reading and commenting.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>> 🙂

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

:)

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good afternoon, thanks again.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The facist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>

> Fine series...

Good afternoon, thanks again for the nod.