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, April 04, 2008
crossed connections----Writers Island
crossed connections convoluted tumbled in turbine rolled round and round water wears it down by its sheer will, bending it to do its bidding perfectly producing electricity
nature does balance out the modern world both amalgamating smoothly 'rivals' becomes a mere word for their relationship