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.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
kaleidoscope----One Single Impression
dark foreboding clouds give rise to goosebumps flashing lights behind the eyes chills the heart blackness surrounds the mind shaking up the very grounds under our feet
"is it not strange we see a kaleidoscope when we know fear has no colour?"