Status Updates From A Scottish Poem A Day

mar 2 - “whispering their sweet names to himself, walking the boundaries of his lost world.”

mar 1 - “For want of a mountain a primrose was lost, For want of a primrose a love song was lost, For want of a love song a sly kiss was lost, And that was the thing that mattered most, Yes, that was the thing that mattered most.”

feb 28 - “Ours is the love of lovers born to belong, Our hearts sing the same music, beat as one.
Our glass of 'the water of life' brims over, Our thrice-rich, flowering native song,
Prodigal and gay. And, when my song is done, I'll lie with you, my Lover.”

feb 27 - “LEAVE HIM! Please, it's okay, he's mine.”

feb 26 - “I am brilliant as the stars, and timeless;
Sad as the Earth, and strong
As mortal love.”

feb 25 - “As abundant blue earth depends on the sun, I am to you.”

feb 24 - “Pale flowers too faint for winds so chill
And with too fair a name -
That day I lingered on a hill
For one who never came.”

feb 23 - “You've got fifteen seconds in which to achieve enlightenment, pal.”

feb 22 - “Dumfounder'd he was, nae sigh did he gie”

feb 21 - “The Auntie with a Kiss Like a Heat-Seeking Missile”

feb 20 - “imagine we could mend whatever we heard fracture: splintering of wood, a bird's
cry over still water, a sound only reaching us now”

feb 19 - “Traffic is each walker's indrawn breath.
Cyclists make the darkness move nonstop.”

feb 18 - “But 'mid a' his daffin' sic kindness he shows, That he's dear to my heart as the dew to the rose”

feb 17 - “Though he, that ever kind and true, Kept stoutly step by step with you, Your whole long gusty lifetime through,
Be gone awhile before,
Be now a moment gone before,
Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restore
Your friend to you.”

feb 16 - “Is it because I'm hanging out the wrong flags that you can't read the message that's moving in the wind?”

feb 15 - “Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun O I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run:”

feb 14 - “Seeing the false and searching for the true”

“A fountain in a waste, A well of water in a country dry, Or anything that's honest and good, an eye That makes the whole world bright.”

feb 13 - “Darling, I will track your flight till it is a dot that turns and banks and falls out of sight, looking into the space where you were.”

feb 12 - “So I have gathered unto myself
All the loose ends of Scotland, And by naming them and accepting them, Loving them and identifying myself with them, Attempt to express the whole.”

feb 11 - “Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid?”

feb 10 - “What I wanted was such a plump, bountiful landscape of snow, more than I'd ever dared wish for.”

feb 9 - “Small words yawn and suck their thumbs
Till at last the morning comes.
Kind words give out farewell posies…

Snap! The dictionary closes.”

feb 8 - “Consider the way she had to go, Think of the hungry snare, The net she herself had woven, Aware or unaware, Of the dancing feet grown still, The blinded eyes -
Queens should be cold and wise”