Saturday, 26 November 2016

Reading poems by Poor Louisiana reminds me of fairy tales nuts where, when you break them open, a beautiful dress might spill out. Here a world of significance spills out.


The Only Way to Run

by Poor Lousiana

Running away from sadness is only a sin if you look back.
For if you do, sadness has already claimed you.
The only thing I wished of this life was to be free.
The wind never felt threatened until it saw me run,
Nature itself had even commanded its features to halt.
Take note of a breathtaking sight.