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, January 31, 2010
sensors work overtime
so difficult to fathom for most yet so easy for me that instant rapport without reproach going on a straightline I stop. bending over the curve I touch that milestone.
my sensors worked towards it I turned towards you and intend to stay cosseted