Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
My dreams
Have bones
Muscle and sinew.
They cover in flesh
Yet are pale
Bloodless
Lifeless.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Saturday, April 30, 2016
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