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.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
admiring the gardens, what do I see? blossoming flowers, tall green trees- dandelions blooming with sweet pea; puddle of water…err…dogs’ pee?