Shhh Don’t tell me how you feel with crude, blunt words. Tell me in myth. Tell me in crashing planets, swarming oceans, sly words cast sideways, heroes rising, secret forests, evil lords, and wars. Tell me in myth.
They are the fierce writers They ride on horses and write past you They have rode on this earth before And wrote with reed on various seeds Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements Meadows and the cemeteries Their favourite haunts
Afternoon and evening rains are signs our monsoon season is nigh yet, some wells stay in drought...isolation can't just clear waters of stagnant emotions
i need water flowing like blood through the veins water creating brooks below green mountains been trying to make this water flow, but in vain
when poetry hides, days become a drag it's like walking without protective clogs while crossing hanging circles of fog descending......from towering crags...