Writing poetry is it like a diary?
It’s not written by my conscious self yet when I read my writing I recognize myself.
Sometimes I amuse myself
It makes me happy or angry or sad
When I can’t do it I feel deprived but sometimes I can’t tune in
Maybe I don’t have the energy for it.
Sometimes I’m very surprised by what I’ve written it hardly believe that I wrote it.
The something about the present world that’s not good for writing
Where there a wars in other countries that I was here between fellow countrymen between friends
130,000 people were killed when in the bombing of Dresden but how many people think about that now
That can be a joy in destruction if you feel you have an excuse for it but those were all people human beings children trying to find some shelter from the war
How many died in the Bosnian war in 1995? It’s not just the numbers it’s the way in which it was done.
It’s the Us and Them that’s so dangerous
Pray father give me your blessing
Through my fault through my fault through my most grievous fault.
How my heart sings 