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, July 17, 2011
Confetti of time
photographer Rosie Hardy
a phantom of myself blowing away cobwebs of time I ponder in midst of confetti scattered by unknown forces I'm not getting any younger