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, April 10, 2011
yellowed thread of that green balloon entangles your pauses, you find vacuum in my knees- the gap between my feet and ground, you fill it with sensual poetry.