https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/poetry and about poetryhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/696746As a result of being very busy with other writing projects (paying gigs!), school, family and the re-vamping of my website, I have decided to quit Blogit. At least for now. I have enjoyed Blogit for many years and appreciate those who have made me feel welcome and showed an interest in my writing....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/6952027 years and a few pennies pocket change later Words and time mingling and spiraling upward like wisps of mist. Sometimes on, sometimes off yet secure! What of future? Anger, tears and frustration? Friends, fun and laughter? It will be what we make of it, Blogit and Me.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/692463A refinement of the primal chanting of ancient people that expresses the images and experiences of humanity which is designed not only to share these things but to do so in a way that demonstrates intelligence and entertains by the clever, calculated manufacturing of skillful communication...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/691286Pointing an angry finger she shouts through her tears, “You betrayed me!” The accusations furiously fly from her lips It started with my wavering, unsteady fearfulness in the face of any perceived threat. I did not defend her. “But that was a long time ago… we were children…” I stammer. She...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/690601the finest poetry in all the world can be found among the hand-scrawled texts public bathroom walls especially in colleges and coffee houses I cherish the wonderous and thought-provoking moments I have spent craning my neck to read through a text that started at the far edge of the left wall,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/690390The blue shoe lives at the foot of the tin pail with the bunny painted on it. The pink flower and the bunny with the blue overalls live IN the tin pail with the bunny painted on it and they look down on the little blue shoe. But the little blue shoe is not sad because it knows its destiny is...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/689230bone-chilling thundering smashing tearing grinding ripping shredding chunks of burning metal and shards of glass littering the once peaceful fields of spring flowers deep, blackened, charred acrid-smelling gashes mar the landscape thick plumes of charcoal black, putrid smoke billow upward,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/689031little white mouse, how did you get in here? How is it that you find yourself trapped in that large, clean white cage? Why do you run about so wildly, the bars are too close, you can no longer squeeze between them. When you were small, and you climbed up through the slats of the vent and then...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RabbitFromtheWoods8297/687699The aroma of the coffee is heavenly as it wafts through the room. We sit by the open window sipping and listening to the birds chriping, drinking in the bright morning light; the scent of spring mingling with the scent of coffee. Our conversation is light, hopeful and full of beautiful visions of...