Tuesday, April 8

When my writing arrives,
it is an unusual event,
an eruption, as a volcano:
It's everything fine and suddenly
It begins to put the fire out.
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I can write ten poems a day,
because I know how.
But I will never do so.
I always have been like this;
I only wrote the necessary poem.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Tilty !!! Here I am !
I hope you're fine
Kind Regards
Claire

Anonymous said...

black burn as ashes spew
creative lava flowing trough
quiet explosion
mild erosion
my art is pumping through
like blood of children
innocent
pure
thick hot molten genius
no need for critique
eruption of truth
red hot
unique.
[be well]
kissykissy