apathos

Posted: October 16, 2012 in Poetry

(of)
whales and windmills
i’ve chased in haste
seeking Mt. Ida
i’ve razed and raced
i’ve sought and longed
to meet Flammonde
and talk and tell duende
but dreams are dry
and often hushed
from rashes to ashes
from rust to dust

by Sean Moore

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Comments
  1. …..but had the fortune in his age
    to live a fool and die a sage

    From the epitaph of another windmill chaser. 😉

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