A Quarrel With Myself
Come ,step into my head
words,ready to be read
like music ,comes and goes
and shifting colurs ,flow;
Write,then change,and scratch out,
begone,away with doubt;
Come.listen to my choice
to then discern my voice.
Note Title derived from Yeats quote about poetry.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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