Erosion
is my word, half empty life.
His word, polish, scorns me.
No matter, my god rock’s free
in pocket, providing safety.
A little tribute for Eric who is a master of forms…
Erosion
is my word, half empty life.
His word, polish, scorns me.
No matter, my god rock’s free
in pocket, providing safety.
A little tribute for Eric who is a master of forms…
Forms, Frost, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Safe Places, Seeking God
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#1 by Evelyn on February 26, 2011 - 10:59 pm
“His word, polish, scorns me.”
Great line…
#2 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 12:10 pm
I’m giving up rhyming for now.
#3 by Eric on February 27, 2011 - 9:37 am
God Rock? Is that Christian music? (LOL!)
Cool Frost, Carl! (No pun intended) 🙂
#4 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 12:07 pm
It’s cool rock and God Frost, Eric! Thanks for laying down the challenge.