Measure catapulting through the atmosphere like a comet chasing another's tail striding, hoofing, galloping along as a runner in search of a none existent finish line. Constant motion into eternity as I write about whatever. Everything is suitable for verse especially those things that move. sifting through the hourglass swiftly my sand flows panting, sweating, struggling forward like a tardy fat woman runs to catch a bus. Timeliness and timing is tantamount as perfect rhythm is to rhyme. All is meant for poetry especially those things of struggle. 12/29/01
Reason for writing:
Writing poetry is demanding work, and most poets feel they must write. I have found that the feeling of being inept or worthy is universal. Poetry is individual, as with any art form, its beauty is subjective.
Birth sign: Aries
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