"for words
expose
the heart
of the writer
to
the
writer."
I loved that stanza. "...the heart of the writer TO the writer". It is so true, and scary, as well. Its amazing! When you're on a roll as in three poems a day, the mind keeps pouring out thoughts -- its a never ending stream. And once in a while, it stops my heart. "Oh boy! did I just think what think I thought? and could that possibly be me?" Scary! you get to know a part of yourself you didn't even know existed.
Good poem. Your thoughts are clear, and well expressed.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Monette
expose
the heart
of the writer
to
the
writer."
I loved that stanza. "...the heart of the writer TO the writer". It is so true, and scary, as well. Its amazing! When you're on a roll as in three poems a day, the mind keeps pouring out thoughts -- its a never ending stream. And once in a while, it stops my heart. "Oh boy! did I just think what think I thought? and could that possibly be me?" Scary! you get to know a part of yourself you didn't even know existed.
Good poem. Your thoughts are clear, and well expressed.
Carmen :-)
"...bits
of my
soul
mounted
and
offered to
strangers
for their
casual
disapproval."
WOW!! pain and sadness ooze through your words (especially the above) and grab the reader by the heart--powerpacked, emotional write--well done
write for you, john, not for anyone else. i like the bits i've seen so far. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Thanks for sharing!