Poetry, spoken word, maybe even general musings about my life or my observations about the world and beyond. I find that when I write a poem a day it's like therapy for my soul. Being a performance artist and a lone wolf, it's nice to know someone out there reads them, makes me feel acknowledged, maybe it even touches you and makes you think.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Ruptured Spirit
Hits me like a mud pie rolls down the face but avoids the eye,
mine is a frozen cry, swollen yet crystallized an arthritic yelp
What are you doing up at 5:11 AM? I love these poems. Strangely enough -- or not so strange at all -- I wrote my first poem in years about my experience with that dachshund last weekend. These are wonderful.
I just discovered the comments section. I'd love to read your poem, maybe you can start a blog on here too. The day after you met that Dachshund I met two at the store, it was strange.
What are you doing up at 5:11 AM? I love these poems. Strangely enough -- or not so strange at all -- I wrote my first poem in years about my experience with that dachshund last weekend. These are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHi Dad,
ReplyDeleteI just discovered the comments section. I'd love to read your poem, maybe you can start a blog on here too. The day after you met that Dachshund I met two at the store, it was strange.
Love you,
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