Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Whatever, dude

As i write it, it is mine
Conceived in passion, born in pain
Imprinted with my D.N.A.
And the idea of she who sired it.

As i edit, it is less mine
It struggles to be free
Torn between purging and art
And the thought of you, who will read it

It is yours now, to use and flavour
With your life, your learnings
Though my name is still at the end
It is mine no longer


Blogger Ruth said...

I really liked this poem...thanks for posting it

9/12/04 22:44  

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