I could write,
listen and read poetry,
all day and evening long.
Breaking down its core,
the meaning inside the poem,
by its author
is now,
one of my favorite things to do...
one of the things I look most forward to....
in
this life...
that is filled with mystery
and unknowns.
Is it because I enjoy distancing myself
from this world in which we live?
That's possible....----
indeed it could be,
quite possible.
Or is just because I have this insatiable affinity
for works of art whether it be in written form,
painted form,
nature form or ****** form?
I suggest ---
to myself of course,
that it may be ....
a little bit -------------
of both.
Every day I need to FEEL a poem.
Live in that poem,
whether written by me....
or another author.
Entertaining my own mind.
My mind that is forever a playground.
It's nice to get away.