one day while stumbling i found write rhymes--and this is what i wrote:
here i sit
i be
i beat
here with wit
and need
and feet
i do not walk
along the dock
i still the out
from now
i will the pout
to row
and so the fighting
on it goes
with all the righting
of the woes
i see and sit
i write my wit
with none to share
beyond
elizaBeth Benson's poetic journey through her daily life as an artist, mom, spirit, lover, human being
Showing posts with label journals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journals. Show all posts
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
in this notebook
stories ensue
continue
explain
examine
express
this is *it*
life living itself
out loud
and overheard
and here, in this
notebook,
in this digital
camera,
recorded.
continue
explain
examine
express
this is *it*
life living itself
out loud
and overheard
and here, in this
notebook,
in this digital
camera,
recorded.
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