Just a small word
Contrary to what has been rumoured, I am alive.
Tired, feeling a bit burned down, like a wick on a most satisfactory candle.
I'm gathering my strength back. My God, it is good to be a poet.
It is in moments like these I can't imagine having been born into this world and satisfied with my place in the universe as anything else, ever.
1 comments:
Congratulations
and
The Very Best of Wishes, RPI!
Looking forward to reading your new work, SHE SHINES.
I've been very busy lately, only today got my internet up and reading (or RUNNING as the case may be).
Very much enjoyed reading a week's worth of your work in one sitting.
It must be good to be a poet who was born to shimmer and shine...
and you do.
~MP
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