Sunday, April 21, 2013

I Write.

My Words drop onto paper
like a blowing rain on a hot sandy beach.
They lie there and take their own form,
as all things newborn do.
Eventually, in the bright light of review,
some will be deemed good, while many will be thought bad.
Me? I'm a writer, so, like the birthing mother Lion,
I move on to my next newborn work.
You? It's up to you to decide which are worth your time.