what I do with my little pieces of scrap...I make gift tags out of it...
this was for Steve one year for Valentines...
I pick a theme and then write about it...
or I write about a photo or image out my window... like the first robins in the spring...
sometimes it begins with just one thing...then it unfolds...I go through spells where I write a lot...and then I don't for a long time...poetry cannot be forced...it must come easy...my best ones are the ones where I write them in less than a minute...
what I do with my little pieces of scrap...I make gift tags out of it...
this was for Steve one year for Valentines...
I pick a theme and then write about it...
or I write about a photo or image out my window... like the first robins in the spring...
sometimes it begins with just one thing...then it unfolds...I go through spells where I write a lot...and then I don't for a long time...poetry cannot be forced...it must come easy...my best ones are the ones where I write them in less than a minute...
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