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
If you haven't listened to a midnight train, gravel popping under truck tires, a whippoorwill or mourning dove, cicadas in the trees, or grandma's cooking oil snapping at chicken frying, you can't be a southerner.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, December 30, 2019
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