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.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
pulsations of the elements grip the spasm the boat is an enigma I feel weightless in sand tumbling in a rare medium the spacious vastness pulls me in rapid succession I am released into a misty glass shedding my clothes, I bared my soul too I watch the boat take away my hubris
"wipe the mist and look at the sky, light is never far away"