Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Why is now, death so beckoning? Enticing me into its embrace Is it near, my day of reckoning? Why is now, death so beckoning? Plainly the thought is not sickening Have I fallen from God’s Grace? Why is now, death so beckoning? Enticing me into its embrace!
Triolets require neat structuring and the first line has to be very strong!