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.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
a wheel barrow
I hold hands we turn into a wheel its like carrying a cart
a person has to unload it the search for a place becomes a project