The words all evolve into a pretty poem,
some sonnet, haiku, ode or villanelle.
I so often wonder what the hell
will happen this time as the words
evolve into their own state of being.
Always, these are words I am seeing.

12/08/2010

Author's Note: ... I have always viewed life as a series of words, flowing into poems....

Posted on 12/09/2010
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