For National Poetry Month, the last four lines from “If You Knew.”
What would people look like
If we could see them as they are;
soaked in honey, stung and swollen,
reckless, pinned against time?
About Greg Ormson
Author Yoga Song. Writing on yoga, motorcycling, music, the Midwest, and more. Beyond that, a human being working lyric narrative, playing music, traveling, learning, and breathing with intention. Like everyone, I'm a bit of stardust, a touch of shadow and light; and a drop of golden wrapped in billion year old carbon. Pretty simple, really.
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