I've always been of the opinion that poetry doesn't have to be stuffy and academic, but vital, relevant and fun. All thoughts and commentary appreciated.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Vapor
Airplanes are holy If for no other reason Than they remind me The sky is always blues, The deepest of blues, Blindingly blue, And the clouds Like all our other maladies Are as vapor in the face Of the infinite sky.
I'm an American student living in Dublin, Ireland. I hope you enjoy these poems and would love to hear your thoughts and comments or read some of your stuff, whoever you are out there. Peace.
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