Creative Flow
A tanka poem without a turn
Oct 16, 2020
Drip drip drip go my
Ideas. Flowing outward
And Downward through my
Interface to coalesce
Among unknown consciousness
Drip drip drip go my
Ideas. Flowing outward
And Downward through my
Interface to coalesce
Among unknown consciousness
Late blooming Renaissance Enby. Loving life, family, friends and myself. Enjoying creating art, music, poetry and stories.