 |
|
|
About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
|
| My face feels like stale heated fat, Deep rested in bed too long, Time introduced a caveat, My heart no longer beats strong. Every move's like trooping in mud, Every thought's a tad insane, Hot coffee replaces my blood, Poetry rouses my brain. Though I might revive in myriad ways, I thankfully receive these precious days.
|
