“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words…”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
As I wrote and tore
The blue ink grew red
All I tore and wrote was
The nothingness of my head
I am really impressed. You seem to have the ability of creating poetry out of nothing.
wow! loved it. love the way you experiment with images...this one's amazing.
I just randomly landed on your web-site. The poem is beautiful. Very compelling.