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, October 08, 2007
night nods--unpoem---Monday Poetry Train
black vines intertwine in countryside. myriads of flower bloom on muddy soil. pitch dark, the night nods. itching mosquito bite enhances a yawn- as wide as darkness, reflecting ennui.