The poet is often enamored with their work; I sometimes think for days before I finally craft the words. Occasionally I write a piece and read it years later thinking “that’s pretty good.”
Recently my thoughts refuse to be short essays-they only want to be poetry, and sometimes minimalist in nature. Sometimes gone before they become visible.
I hope you are able to read some of these and think hey, nice-and a few and think hey, that thought edified. Have a beautiful day.
Ruth
