I don’t consider myself a poet. But, there is an inner poet in me. And, for as long as I can remember I’ve been writing some kind of my own sort of version of poetry. While living in Asia I wrote over 100 poems. And now, I see it as a true privilege to start sharing them with others. In honor of all the great poets out there here’s one I wrote for you…
A Note to “The Poets”,
my verses may go askew,
like my thoughts-at times.
forgive me, for –
meter disrupted,
punctuation constructed.
I take liberty in long-winded stanzas
and
write to expel, not to sell.
My vocabulary coerced,
by infinite depths.
And, if those depths speak to me,
and me alone,
so be it.
I surrender,
The Soliloquies of my Gypsy Heart.
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