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.
Friday, November 30, 2007
A Chord
She doesn’t strike a chord She just presses keys down gently And lets her music Linger through the night. I let it play, I let it play I let it hold me till the day.
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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