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.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
sweet smell of hibiscus tickles the nose dark green leaves softly sway in the air moist earth cools the feet I watch the gentle night slowly unfolding taking the light away from the surroundings I absorb it, my irises growing wide wondering at the sheer beauty of it all when sudden rains pelt on my head, jolting me I find their intrusion downright outrageous