grooks

poetry isn't about the lines but that which lies between, and thus is ever so captivating. poetry and i lose each other from time to time, only to rediscover our evolved selves. and there, between the lines, life happens.

here are some of the grooks i enjoyed, to give you a thirst for more. (thank you for sharing the treasure, b.)

THE ROAD TO WISDOM

The road to wisdom? -- Well, it's plain
and simple to express:
          Err
          and err
          and err again
          but less
          and less
          and less.

DEAD REASONABLE
"... that reason died last night at eleven." - Henrik Ibsen: "Peer Gynt"

Sombody said
that Reason was dead.
Reason said: No,
I think not so.

LOOK AND THOU SHALT FIND

Foes
of what's cooking
see no worth behind it.
Those
that are looking
for nothing - will find it.

WHAT ARE YOU?

The way to grow grand
  is not: to demand
In life's every field
  you are what you yield.

and here's the more.