I'm going to continue my blogging adventures. May double up some of my poetry, but I'm doing more than that. Even more than writing. Its still starting up. Hope you follow my new blog!
My first post gave a short explanation on one of my poems in Anything Else?*
This isn't our last chapter.
There's always something else.
Always a B after an A.
Always a child after a ball.
Always an old after a new.
Always a parting after a kiss.
Always a shoe after a sock.
Always a happy after a sad.
Always.
Always a story to tell.
I'm going to tell this one.
The one about my trip to Paris.
When I learned and I loved
And I had hopes and dreams.
I dreamt the wildest dreams.
I hoped, I loved, I laughed, I cried.
I heard my heart cry.
It said, "Let me be heard!"
So I listened.
I didn't learn about Paris.
I didn't nessissary fall in love.
Instead, I found myself.
And that's the part of this story that matters.
Au Revoir.
