There are times
when poetry is
a river, flowing
endlessly to the page.
Days when poetry is
a tornado,
lifting and tearing,
scattering thoughts to the void.
Some moments,
poems are like cows,
grazing and fat,
stagnant and ready
to be processed.
And often,
I don’t feel poetic at all.

04/13/2009

Posted on 04/14/2009
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