I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry and how it should be published. As part of that thinking I’m hoping to post some interviews by fellow bloggers and poets on their views about what poetry blogging implies.
Have you ever had a poem that you really love as though it were your child? The kind of poem that you would rather keep to yourself than share? I’m sure each of us has one or even several such poems that we reserve for a later date. Over time those poems are gaps that are waiting to be filled…
I am tempted to show you to the world
But something wraps you like a present
And I can not share.
The greed that purses lips
The ego that monks trample
The full stop midway that turns question mark?
It is hard to say what happens when you drive down a road
You once saw, but now looks all tropical, differently tinted,
Neuronly differentiated, you turn into Alice in wonderland, blunderland,
And the things that you once took for granted no longer promise.
Reality no prism at all, just the VIBGYOR- every strand a cue.