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 –
I take liberty in long-winded stanzas
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.
The Soliloquies of my Gypsy Heart.
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