I spent a good three-quarters of my life thinking that I understood poetry when I didn't.
To tell the truth, I still don't.
But Poetry doesn't always need to be understood.
i've changed my penname to the point that no one, no one knows who i am any longer.
A child's precision
a white paper world, crayon-colored.
Delicate shape, formed by
small, clumsy fingers.
...
Hear the thunder, in cold, dark skies,
temper rising as he curses at nothing and everything.
...