Paula trods
With pollywogs
And packyderms
Her dermis, near the dirt.
And though the Paraclete
Lives in her heart,
Don’t look for her to sail
Like a dove into the sun …
No …. she’s an earth bound saint
Feet firmly planted
On the sod,
Heart next to God
In the everyday.
Ordinary,
When it comes
To love, and sense, and service –
Ain’t
(2001)
This poem came much later than many of the former. It is not a love poem per say, this woman was part of a music-based internet group of which I was a part. She was not really comfortable before a camera, and not as colorful as some of the other members... but when it came to old fashion good sense, she eclipsed us all.
This poem came much later than many of the former. It is not a love poem per say, this woman was part of a music-based internet group of which I was a part. She was not really comfortable before a camera, and not as colorful as some of the other members... but when it came to old fashion good sense, she eclipsed us all.
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