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.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Aphasia
thumping words hammering in my mind. wanting an outlet at the doorway of fate asking for forbearance
aphasia.
cognizance’s end elucidation's catastrophe totality in the doldrums stupefied, abeyant i wait....
2 comments:
loved this, and immediately brought to minc Beckett.
Thanks Auro! You too so very well! Welcome! Keep coming here!
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