Often I struggle to keep the ideas from bursting out of the page and consuming me like a jellybean, sweet and delicious with a nice tangy taste and vanilla smell and sweetness like a girlfriends kiss!
Ive read here that poets 0f the old tradition have rhyme and rhythm and severe straitjackets that confine them to prison walls of Victorian purpose.
I donβt belong to that staid upper -lip class, casting a sly eye on those of us who walk barefoot in the sand swim naked in the rivers of emotion or jump into pools of filth.
Free verse is better for me, because it is free. Straitjackets with pins and needles and pin cushions are only for those who wish to live in the past. I m a sucker for sensible writing and for fun.
I am obsessed of a desire to write strange synergetic words in a formation that sings its own song in the auditoriums of my soul.