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, December 01, 2010
I counted the rows of buttons on my overcoat some ungodly reason I found three missing I shivered outside the door window reflecting the dour outside my breath misted my eyes it was an effort to see the walls I felt the demise of my memories
you know all the details someday you will help me in the revival of those now I wouldn'tchange my life.
"how absurd, that I can think like this standing in the snow"