How Poetry Comes To Me

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my thoughts
I go to meet it at the
Edge of my consciousness

by Putholi Arumugham

Comments (4)

short sweet and perfect...............
Short and sweet, right to the core! I love this poem! Another 10 for you my friend. Always, Linda
Me, too. In fact.that is how I found you. Oh. marvellous, man. Without poetry how would we ever resonate with one another across the vast distance of difference?
YES YES THIS ONE IS GREAT! ! ! ID NEVER WOULD OF THOUGHT OF THAT