Thursday, May 12, 2016

A Muddy Path

A Reminder

I stumble along.
It's a muddy day.
In the mud are shards of grief,
sharp and gray at once,
set points up for me
to find with my bare skinned feet
so's I remember
what the hell happened
when I looked the other way.

June 22, 2011 6:04 PM


  1. I liked this one the first time I read it, even more now...

  2. This is the first time I have published I am pretty sure. Maybe I wrote something like it.

  3. You put this in the comment section of one of my early poems...

  4. Or something similar... About feet and shards

  5. I won't argue about that but it happened as dated on the poem, back on June 22, 2011. Were you online and active in your blog at that time? To my knowledge I have never for any reason posted anywhere else from my archive once the poem has been written until I post on my blog. For that matter, I don't post again from my blog when a poem has been published. I only post a poem when it is written or from the order in turn from the archive. So the date beneath is meaningful for more than just when I finished the poem the first time. This would be less true in book publishing.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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