Tuesday, January 31, 2012

With The Jugglers

With The Jugglers

We all need the fool
to dance the edge of the world
ahead of our song,
the two dogs as well,
who snuff up future's long scent
and give back the pace
we take as we go.

We shall be jugglers of want
and of need, tangled,
marbled fat with meat,
with dreams and the grand high art
of crimson, of spice.

February 28, 2010 9:31 AM


  1. Christopher, first I just have to say I love love love the 2 dog pic!:):), secondly the poem is a wonderful reminder, it takes all kinds to make the world go round. I find at times throughout my life I am the juggler and at others the follower or observer. I enjoy this piece. Thank you for sharing:)

  2. great poem...
    pics of the dogs smiling and otherwise make me think about the connection between image and emotion.


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