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.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
the highs, the lows
she lets her hands be her eyes slowly shaping the contours she lets herself pour over it the softness changing into hardness controlling each movement she can feel each of the nuances the highs, the lows exactitude of pressure when she achieves her utmost desire she opens her eyes smilesat what is beneath her hands
"her master piece is ready when the potter's wheel stops"