Now and now and now. In every poem, there must be a forest. Dark, deep for things to hide in. Behind each leaf, an eye. Behind each eye, a leaf. In every forest, there is a wolf. In every poem, there must be a forest. Which was first the footprints. Cold night and dark early.

For a fight but hey! The universe ignores us. Knock Knock Jokes Amongst the Upper Crust. Bathtubimdwowning to see you, Sir.

IPod Playlist I Listen to Most. A Mississippi White Trash Girl. July 10, 2012 by Pearl Nelson. In a gloom of clouds. April 8, 2012 by Pearl Nelson. Singing from a dogwood branch. A white shroud of kleenex. Of note, the holly tree is covered in blooms and for the first time in years, it is also covered in bees. Have a Heavenly Day today. April 8, 2012 by Pearl Nelson.

But before putting my foot in my mouth, I thought a little more and realized that 1square is not 2 and neither is. Rites of Passage and the Loss of Context. On March 10, 2010. Rites of passage are initiation rites, customs, pr.

This site is barely ever used any more. Once in awhile windybound might post a poem or two and I, ziibi, have another poetry blog that I post poems regularly. To visit my poetry blog click Pondering through Life. A queen that fools the new. They sit on the edge.