I Write Poetry For Me.

The printed world does not want -

Well me.

Do not tell us of me.

No love stories

No love lost stories

No failures and no tears

No mists, no fogs, no dimly

Lit halls.

Talk ambiguity

Talk Looking Glass Darkly

Talk Treason just don’t mean it

Talk bigotry but always of someone

Else, never them ,always us

No me.

By

Sandra K. Woodiwiss © 2012