Master of the Obvious...#78
Teaching a fool is like filling an ocean with a spoon.
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
Master of the Obvious...#78
Teaching a fool is like filling an ocean with a spoon.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, April 30, 2021
1 comments:
I've been telling you that for years. (HAAA! See what I did there!)
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