These are the poems I do not write, the sonnets of my daily life…as simple as a glass of water. I open the windows and whisper them to the stars each evening ~ an ode of my own sorts to a life poetically lived, ~ Maddie
What are the poems you do not write? And how do you write them? With your camera? Your soft voice in response to your children? Your graceful dancing? Your loving, thoughtful cards that always arrive on time?
Tell me. How are you the poet of your own life?