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
The strand is brown. But "brown" in the sense that the sunset is golden. In the same sense that pepper is warm, and love is pleasant. In other words, "brown" is just auburn to most...but to me, this strand is substance and evidence of one who loved me long ago.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, December 04, 2012
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