Mornin’! First, I want to thank all of you who find your way here to my little poetry blog fog. I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to indulge me. LOL. I say ‘fog’ cause, each morning I reach outta my bleary eyes, hoping some other seasonal/elemental event will stir my heart, my mind, my some-thing- or-another up, laying some font down on these pages. And BTW, I was not planning this to be about poetry, or what I deem of a poetic nature. I was gonna talk some ‘Geezer’ talk… Share the wisdom that comes when you’ve lived a day or two. In a way I guess I am if you read these poems as if they were about you. It’s all about you after all. Oh.. and me too. Really, I’m just a ramblin’ on here cause I’m waiting for some inspiration. HERE IT COMES. I think it's gonna blow. Inspiration comes while you wait for it. Inspiration has no where that it can hide. No where it can slip away to avoid attention. You writhe around in it every moment. It waits for you It’s in the noticing of it everywhere in everything that can feed mystery’s hunger or pull you into yourself to find yourself high flying, nip tuckin’ into that seething lava of creative juice Taste that golden nectar. Ride your bike to the Holy Grail. Tickle that dragon to the ground. Wear Cerberus’s hats to pass through your dark world where Persephone laid your seeds to reach for the Sun It is of mythic wonder and magical thinking. Inspiration waits for you to notice When you believe it you will see it.