I've tried to recount in my poetry every feeling of humanity;
the silly, serious and sad are all pondered in my verse. Some are
rhyme and some are fragmented rhyme because arduous is my
struggle to be part of One Measure. Humble my feeling that I
am somewhat of a magic bag trickster and trick combined,
sharing the memories and experiences of who I am in the sea, in
the song of others.
Poetry for the young seems an unfamiliar ear but for the
mature, a flute into heaven. For those who don't find friendship
and feeling in poetry, maybe it's because they are still being
called to themselves.
Glowing insight bring forth your verse - Verse.
S. Scott