Actually, I'm a bad blogger! I haven't been around to read anyone's poetry lately, and even though I have all sorts of excuses, mostly it comes down to allowing living to take precedence over reading and writing. Yet, I miss the community here. I can't promise that I'll do better,but I can assure you that I want to! Right now, I feel like a crooked line. (Thanks to Poetry Bus driver
Dana Bug for that thought.) Read on to see to what dark depths it took me, and read
here to see where the other bus riders are going.
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I AM A CROOKED LINE
I am a crooked line
Between life and death,
Nothing straight or narrow,
Though the tomb is dark.
Weeping, call me from this night;
Unbind, unwind the cloth.
I am the crooked line,
That runs from love to loss.
