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, February 13, 2011
ball of yarn rolls into corner tired and sad it dislikes being drawn into patterns against its will in those it sees its demise reflected in incandescent light