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 20, 2011
I climb two steps on ladder hang from there sweet sorrow passes fleeting in my mind slowly I gobble on food
you see, ruminating with a hungry belly is not done