Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Poetry, How could it be??

How is it I'm back to writing poetry, the confines of rhythm and rhyme never did appeal. I like the fluidity of prose. The abruptness of an end stop. Stop. It's that which draws my attention to writing, but poetry. For the ease of reading? Is not how I try to appeal to the reader. But the point clear and simple, with the message scrambled behind to be deciphered by the next man, woman, child, to take the page.

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