Something about the mixing and placement of words that makes me envy the poet. Looking at an image or thinking of an image and feeling the words is a poetic skill. To feel the agony or the passion and put it to paper is a true work of art. But to make you feel it, is a gift I readily accept. My poetry is honed in my mind with the beautiful imagery I see all around me, not written, but encapsulated in my psyche and expressed through my art, my home, my work. To love ones work is poetry in motion and to truly see it and feel it, is the miracle of life and an enlightened mind, we all have it you know, just takes a spark...
