Whenever I pick up my pento write a poetrymy words and thoughtsstart flickeringlike rays in the vagabond airteasing, impelling and compellingmy heart and mindto weigh facts and factorsin an ambiguous dichotomyof seen and unseen,known and unknown,past, ahead and what isnow and immediateβ¦ Numerous meandering thoughts,pointed and causticunsettle me for a whileI wish to make themas [β¦]
Writing A Poetry
