I live in verse. I think in rhyme, Thinking, rhyming All the time. The sadness that you may see, Is all poetry to me. The happiness you’re feeling now Turns into rhyme for me somehow. I don’t know how Or even why. It sings to me from deep inside. And it makes up The best of me, Living, breathing poetry- KL
Sometimes it's hard not to think in rhyme, isn't it? Yet, other poets don't use rhyme at all. I like rhyme, and I like the way you've expressed your poetic nature.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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