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, September 01, 2010
I have taken a wordle from one that briarcat made from her own poems. Those words are different than what I normally use and I like that.
I can hear the hummingbirds
while I toss the salad
I expect the girls to arrive at any time
seasons have gone
predictable we weren't ever
what kind of celebrations I expect now
when I bolted out last time we met
yet I would like to make amends
to pitch forward like a rocket
I try to save the smoking sizzlers
wishing to breaksomething
my glasses sit foolishly on my nose
wounds don't show on the surface
"in mathematics, two negatives do make a positive"