My mother, Addie, had actually marked this this poem over with a large X, but I still thought it a good poem, so therefore recorded it.
I offer here Apology For the muse Crippled by The fuse of my Poetic atrophy. I can only pervade The parameters of my survey Of what I can believe Subject to what I can perceive.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Love Chanti
Enjoyed,
Jim
Take care,
Sherry
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
- Bill