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 25, 2010
clouds roll over
sky churns like butter turbulent clouds roll over you watch for night rain
rains beat on unwashed windows dirt gets washed away you are again as spotless as ever
goodbye,turbulent thoughts- let the clouds roll away those and may the bigger picture enclosed within you give way to rhapsody of senses