Hath there been aught we haven't heard? The rumor mill grinding so slow That we your presence see before Its reason come to know?
For this wonderful cosmic Opportunity -- thank you!
Perhaps a bit more tolerance from you For what I overlook there may have been At times, intently gazing inwardly What's obvious to you I failed to see
Just doing my job...
Yours foolie began writing seriously at the age of nine. This poem records her creative experience at fifteen.
so deeply grateful to be sitting in the sunshine writing to you
A Local Habitation and a Name
Our poets live each moment twice The first for present be The second, not long after, Is for all posterity
Bless every ear by which they may be heard, and every eye which scans my written word.
In her early twenties, yours foolie rented her spare bedroom to a Haiku poet. He turned out to be Ty Hadman, known around the world for his works.