Thursday, August 26, 2010

When you write...

Now that you have written,
you remember it only as you wrote.
Your poetry becomes your truth.
Beauty that makes sense cannot be true.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I love it. Yes... to be sure of what you are right isn't the truth. The truth lies somewhere between feeling lost and knowing why you are lost. I love i.

Unknown said...

Common Pajama girl... I want to read more posts.