I wandered into poetry
Since little else made sense;
For all the clots and retinues
Grew steadily more dense –
But here, in this reality,
I’ve found it to be true
That where our finest speech does naught,
The slightest touch
Might do
(“I Wandered Into Poetry” – 7-17-2015)
You really are very good. That is all.
I also wandered into poetry, from prose, and found a home.
We are so glad that you wandered this way!
Gorgeous:)
Its cool
Yes. 🙂