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Once there was a green-eyed Vestani girl,
Whirling and twirling in the fertile hills of Quardzigander.
The richest prince in all of endless Junia
Sent a hundred courtiers with chests of silver to buy her,
But his longing would only be deepened,
For the whirling girl cared not a whit for wealth or power.

So the prince conscripted from far corners
A horde of poets to spin from the aether divine verses
To delight and amaze the stoniest of hearts,
And compel the meanest of men to empty their purses,
But the Vestani girl was deaf and illiterate,
And all the poetry could but make the prince feel worse.

If you want to ask me out, just do it, man.

I like your last one, it's the only one I read.

Originally posted by Mindset
If you want to ask me out, just do it, man.

I like your last one, it's the only one I read.
I'm too bashful.

Thank you.

Crows and God was just published in the FSReview, along with another poem, Time Flows to Source.

I didn't actually write this one, but I uncovered it while researching the history of Santa Rosa County, Florida. It's an epitaph on a grave somewhere around Santa Rosa:

Where the longleaf pines are whispering
to him who loved them so.
Where the faint murmurs now dwindling
echo o'er tide and shore.

Wow this is impressive stuff man! Hope u write more, bro.

Is my boy Omega still alive?

Lovely, lovely prose. Excellent work.

Lovely