what somebody wrote about words of my own

a letter request and this answer

"to whomever from wherever"

who is she

how do you see yourself in society I hear you're a writer are you a writer did you write that manuscript

I don't write right off the top of my head I'm not listening to you you're a musical prodigy is this where you hear 

nature's hymn

to

humanity

is nature there nature is here 

rain makes music of white wrought iron chairs

that's right the sky is crying

is that all right with you

did you say right or write

written anything new

lately

I'm writing the wedding bouquet

o.k.

she went

around

the world                                                                                                                      

she seems ultimately to be a writer of devotion                                             

a sort of religious respect or even awe permeates her work

even when at its most simple and mundane

this 

Author's Note

is to be continued

Reviews

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Good poem. You need to add some commas.