About Poetry & “Love Grown Old”

I’m not a poet. The same as I’m not an astronaut, not a rock star, not a man… I can write the same well or bad as anyone else can.

It’s life itself that is poetic. It’s life that writes and tells poems. We only have to open our hearts and souls, and listen… And then maybe we can catch that poetry into words, and maybe we’ll have that amazing privilege to be somewhere close to expressing it’s beauty.

 

“Love Grown Old”

She hit his heart
in the core of his heart
which hit his head
in the back of his head
That’s how he lost his sight

After years
that violence resulted
in memory loss

copyright © Julita Wozny 2010

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