by cymry
"Darkness comes
then, empty-handed
and searching"
what a cool image, darkness empty-handed...damn I have felt that way but never thought of it that way, THAT is what being a poet is-- showing someone what they have always looked at and never seen. That is what makes me want to read poetry, and what I so rarely find.
annaswirls
listless and airy...like an afterthought...a thought we all must ponder ...blue