Off KIlter
You stumble
and the world slows down,
and in that moment
you see it all,
the errant stone rising from the ground
that catches your foot,
the earth rising to meet you,
cold and hard,
and that place in between
where the all is beautifully off kilter
and out of control,
like art,
like life,
like love.
Quarry House 
So casual and yet so potent. I’ve always wanted to learn to write poems of moments, not just emotions that have been dissected in the brain for days. If I ever succeed, I would want to sound sort of like this. 🙂
Stay inspired. And oh, say hello to the sky for me.
I’ve just run off and read some of your poetry. I think you are doing just wonderfully with your dissected emotional verse! Good stuff.
Aww. Thank you for the compliment. I am always looking for ways to grow, and that’s why I’m up at 6 a.m. blog surfing. 🙂 Good morning!