Monday, 19 January 2009

Fugitive

Fugitive

Like light on the path
wrens in the brambles
sun in the sky
my poems escape me –
there then gone.

1 comment:

Poetnessa said...

Ha, I know that feeling, there and then gone. I wish I could immerse in my writing instead of all that I do instead. Maybe I just need to create my own version of a writing retreat and leave out dishes, laundry, shopping for at least a day. YES! Your photos/writing really inspire me Victoria!!