Fall In Youdontknow, Canada

the fewtch

in the sky were too

many stars in the woods

too many trees and I

took a little

knife out my

pocket took some

off the top

took some out

the sky and still

too many stars

too many trees

all that whittling

made myself

a little bigger

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

You are a spontaneous poet.
You feel something and write it.
I love that!
Me, I do it but not so well.
Great poem.

[Adam Adams]

quite interesting & chronically captivating. nicely penned. the moments of feelings and the feelings in moments both R well structured in words.

[CLR9]

Sketching it out. changing it. Using your illusion for a different perspective on what you do. Good work.