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.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
solemnity marred by hilarity
I stood there outside, in that cold but feeling the warm of happy people I don't know what I was waiting for but definitely not him did you see that? the white-bearded fat man rolled through- the church doors broke apart from his weight the solemn occasion was marred by hilarity when the fat man groaned I ran towards him I couldn't believe what I heard? he wanted a comb to groom his hair the reindeer laughed while he fumbled they were busy checking his manifesto "was his fall in the agenda of that day?"