Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I write

I write always with some reluctance...
Each word an unwitting guest,
Plucked from the crowd
To deliver
The expected
Glaring spotlight
Butt of joke.

Those distant thoughts stand alone,
Naked, over-exposed,
Lacking the depth
And shadow
Of my consciousness.
Storm is rising,
To strip bare,
Start new,
Crack the wind
And blow.