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, November 27, 2011
it toppled over- I placed it against the wall that redness enhanced by drabness which hides a story or two I investigate for clues