Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Subtle Signs
Looks
Honey dew caresses.
flitting over...
laced in folly...of pride...
soften..only in slivers of shadows...
Who sees?
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.