Sunday, June 10, 2012

Experimental

Some say 


It doesn’t matter what you write 
As long as it makes some sort of sense. 


 You must treat each word
As if it were a lover’s touch; 
Grasping at an insight 
Unseen. 




 The World will be kind To your efforts. 


The poet in you Speaks softly; 


Tending the garden


 By lamp-light. 


 The Moon is a Sliver-full Tonight.


 Say what you want: 


 I’m in love.

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