"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Will Anyone Know Me

Questions asked me of who I am
Are difficult for me to answer
There is no simple response

I am a writer whose inspiration
Comes in the wind or color
Splash of sunlight through stained glass

I do not see normal for the poetic
My everyday is a world where
A butterfly speaks with prose
Interpreted by the heart

Imagination is the nourishment of my soul
I know not when it will come
Can light with certainty
Be predicted on whom it might shine

Who am I is a continuous question
I doubt anyone will ever really know me
I learn more about myself with each writing

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