“Welcome to the Neotheatre, won’t everybody take their seats?”
apparently I am now into poetry that you just sorta... find. I think it helps with the writer's block.
When enough is enough, and you must let the tears flow.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
You can try to hide the scars, but I can see them through your eyes in the splatter of painted tears upon your cheeks.
©Linda J. Wolff - www.wolffpoetry.com
Commute home thoughts -- the last line's from EE Cummings' poem [Buffalo Bill's]
I’m WILLING to bleed.
Source: ©Linda J. Wolff https://wolffpoetry.com/spilling-out-found-poetry/
apparently I am now into poetry that you just sorta... find. I think it helps with the writer's block.
When enough is enough, and you must let the tears flow.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
You can try to hide the scars, but I can see them through your eyes in the splatter of painted tears upon your cheeks.
©Linda J. Wolff - www.wolffpoetry.com
Commute home thoughts -- the last line's from EE Cummings' poem [Buffalo Bill's]
I’m WILLING to bleed.
Source: ©Linda J. Wolff https://wolffpoetry.com/spilling-out-found-poetry/