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.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
plethora of prickly, pompous people prevaricate
procastination psyches me out
porous plaster pedantically pours over parallel lines
I push the plate of peas placing it primly on paper
purple nail paint prominantly displayed on pampered fingers