the night asked me
to read its poetry, all that ink
scrawled across the world—
reading late without the light,
I, too, become page, poem
December 18, 2018 by Rosemerry
the night asked me
to read its poetry, all that ink
scrawled across the world—
reading late without the light,
I, too, become page, poem
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged ars poetica, dark, poem, poetry, solstice | 3 Comments
A sweet twist … is the poem me or di become the words?
Love this…is the poem me, or do I become the poem, the words…
i love these dark days …