Indulge, in the magic of neverwhere...
Love Poem by Linda Pastan
I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with its every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other
-MAC
PS:
i guess, not everyone's appreciative anymore of poetry nowadays, the love for the visuals brought by instagram and DSLRs are so rampant, they induce immediate delicacy to the mind.
but how about feeding your heart? Or when are you going to wake up for you to feel the endless intoxication brought by your sense of imagination?