Some believe that poetry should rhyme and follow certain rules; but for me, poetry is when the words fall out of my head onto the paper. And when I read those words later, they still speak to me. Perhaps something i've spewed forth strikes a chord in you...
this is my poetry
Sunday, January 13, 2008
mental abstract
all these words and images swirling around inside my mind blue sky bright star crescent moon winds swirling treetops awakening sleeping branches branches reaching skyward clouds dipping earthward blues gleaming yellows white black sky...
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