#365daysofpoetry Days 80 & 81
Some roads are
Incomprehensible for the mind
Yet rote for the heart.
Trust the heart that sees
What the mind cannot perceive.
"I fear that I've been saying the same thing for over thirty years. As we get older, each thing we do, each thing we write reminds us of something else we've done. Events rhyme. Nothing quite happens for the first time anymore ... I tend to write things from where I am standing, and that means I include possibly too much me in the things I write." (Neil Gaiman)
No comments:
Post a Comment