Wednesday, June 10, 2009

[W]rite-ous.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words. ~ Robert Frost

I've noticed that the best poetry comes when everything else is crumbling. Or put together, like it or not :-)


r_L

2 comments:

anisdiyana said...

then can i write poems??hahaha i doubt it..;p

hanafiah said...

a lump in the throat or a sense of wrong? a homesickness or a lovesickness? if these are roads, i'm sorry i could not travel em both :)