Sunday, January 3, 2010

And more…

The computer

Computating won’t

Free my heart

From incubating

Thoughts and ruminations

Making me a more or less

Executor to anyone

So less myself


A poet without poetry

A walker who can’t run

It has begun

The faucet is open

And now the water

Must run

That is how it is with

Poetry written by a

Lover of words

Not for their meaning

Only but for their sound


Poetry is for this writer

A bridge over troubled


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