Thinking about my peers
the sweet and sour
little dears
It really appears
very few give me cheers
Maybe you sit on your rears
and cover your ears
Believe me I hear you
but I do not fear you
I hear your silence
All through the den
It's one of pain
it's one of pleasure
Each fraction is a treasure
Just to clear the air
I know you are there
This den has never
been about what is fair
It is about humanity
all of it's imperfections
and insanity
At times love and
all our vanity
perhaps we rely too much on the strokes we may recieve here--we are busy and are truly such a small sampling of potential readers/reviewers etc--i guess not having folks read here is also a good indication of how we can tweek our own writing-i wrote a short story which was about abortion-i person left a review-i think the topic was too controversial--anyway, won't go there again!!!
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Let's put it this way -
I'm a poet and a dreamer.
I write poetry when I'm insane.
When I'm sane I live in dreams.
Sandie Angel :o)