To start.To start.
Not an easy thing.
Do I question? Do I state? Do I personify this plate?
I have not yet started tapping those keys;
forming those letters and words which form poetry. All alone.
4 hands are always better than one.
So I use her expressions and employ her words, I even exercise her patterns of speech.
But today I sit in awe of her, and construct this artform to keep in her bedside drawer.
My Partner in Poetry
She guides my written trail
