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.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Love Chanti
Enjoyed,
Jim
Take care,
Sherry
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
- Bill