tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464265.post7243592529809988036..comments2023-08-21T01:46:08.961-07:00Comments on Literature, Art, Poetry: Readerskwhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10162153756379884694noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464265.post-53124284311531758572009-03-18T11:23:00.000-07:002009-03-18T11:23:00.000-07:00Everyone writes, reads, hears,sees; deciphers thin...Everyone writes, reads, hears,sees; deciphers things differently in Poetry. That's what I love so much. I always say I just want someone to take something from reading what I've written. Be it a raging wind, a scorching sun or even perhaps an echo from the wilderness. Hey? I actually don't know what I write half the time or where it comes from!<BR/>Your words ring very true though. Sometimes when you read something it no longer belongs to the writer but more to the reader.<BR/>I talk too much don't I?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com