creation is never ending, the earth is endlessly morphing
but you lean back and say enough not because the poem is finished, for it is never finished, because an exhalation feels satisfying, releasing
but the poem never ends, nor does the need to
exhale
not with the final .
the next poem is
but a
continuation
of the previous poem;
a continuation
of you~poem,
inhaling
and
exhaling
& morphing.
Sat Jan 7 7:57am
Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut