tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164814382738462.post6021381662426723497..comments2024-01-31T11:23:30.195-05:00Comments on Journeys: Stars were with me most of alldianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11292813474160548707noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164814382738462.post-80042355281557201342008-08-17T22:47:00.000-04:002008-08-17T22:47:00.000-04:00If these verses miss their markWe sigh, diminished...If these verses miss their mark<BR/>We sigh, diminished, in the dark.dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11292813474160548707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665164814382738462.post-38092684845523730362008-08-16T21:23:00.000-04:002008-08-16T21:23:00.000-04:00Seeds Of ChangeWhen is a poem not a poemAnd verse ...<B>Seeds Of Change</B><BR/><BR/>When is a poem not a poem<BR/>And verse runs into prose?<BR/>When is a home not a home<BR/>And strife contemptuous grows?<BR/><BR/>The differential calculus<BR/>Defines the least derivative<BR/>Of increments too small for us<BR/>In subtle terms definitive,<BR/><BR/>But the myriad seeds of change that fall<BR/>By each gradation's measure<BR/>Differentiate the large from tall,<BR/>The enjoyment from the pleasure;<BR/><BR/>If this sonnet is not proved true,<BR/>I've never judged, nor yet have you.<BR/><BR/><I>Ken Allan - 1992</I>Blogger In Middle-earthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08722634477041121797noreply@blogger.com