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 10, 2011
rough notes fragment of snatched words unspoken yet loud I find on that bench in a hollow pipe you left that scroll aeons ago and the sign read thus