Marty Graham 5:30 p.m., Oct. 24
- Community Blog
I Don’t Show Humility Well. (And any tears that dare! Are diamonds before pigs.
I live with emotion As if consumed with fire.
My temper is quick And as slow, Never quite forgiving, As a cold river of molten Lava.
I speak of course Of actors, Any and all Or any in the performing Arts.
As poet, I have my pride As commoner, Blessed on occasion
By a small wisp of fresh Air that just kissed my head As if a mother Touching the heated Brow of a sick child
By baking words Into a magnificent cake Some of us choose To call God.
The eternal moment.