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.
Monday, January 15, 2007
forlorn and gloomy i stare at the moon, where I see you curled akin to an apostrophe. suddenly there is a swift revelation that it is the moon which islonesome, like a parenthesis without its mate.