So, uh, this used to be a tradition every December. 25 days of Christmas themed poetry. Started it four years ago, haven't done it the past two, but want to do it now. I've been in a rut. Please do it too if you feel urged to do so.
"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."
THE MIRACULOUS HEAT BIRTH OF OUR PLANET; i imagine your hands' moon and rays wrapped around the stupid animal in my heart with a certain amount of pressure, for a certain amount of time.
"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle
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