Posted by: Barbara | on July 6, 2007
old thoughts sometimes
wear grooves so deep
they bury themselves before
new ones can rise
the buried old ones
make good fertilizer
Copyright © 2007 Barbara W. Klaser
Posted in Poetry Sketchbook | 2 Comments »
LOL…ain’t that the truth?
I am really enjoying reading through these archived poems.
You little devil, the things I never knew….
Nice observation. The last phrase: The old ones make good fertilizer might be worth a tweak, but other than that good work!