Here’s another selection culled from my personal book of poetry. Look here to see a previous entry.
The editor in me wants to change it, correct bits, rewrite or hide it. The blogger in me thinks this is simply who I was when I wrote it and it shouldn’t be changed. I’ll let you decide.
So, here it is, a poem about a sunset. It was written a long, long time ago, another lifetime ago. I can still remember the sunset, feel the cool air, feel the me I was.
Wish I’d taken a photo. Maybe this poem serves as a replacement for a photograph. A snapshot of my much younger self, daring, confident, certain of my view of the world and ready to share it.
That is magical! Don’t touch it.