poems by Thomas D
Thank you for this glimpse, Thomas! After looking up "Tabor light" (uneducated protestant, here), I love this poem's hint of glory.
Thank you, Elena Lee, for your kind words -- but surely the adjective of your parenthetical self-description is a mite exaggerated? Let us simply say of ourselves that we are both always learning!
Without you, life's a hole without a sock, A fruitless rind, some coffee-grounds (no brew): Sarcastic stars can only jeer and mock. ...