I'm so proud of my son! He writes poems aaaall day!
And so I promised that I would publish his anthology
and he just received the proof from Amazon yesterday.
(177 pages, 59 poems.)
I may be totally biased but I think he is a poetic GENIUS.
Here is just one of his poems:
"My Pen Just Died"
I was quickening my emotions unto paper,
When abruptly my pen's veins of ink ran dry;
With my deep flow of thoughts dammed like a river,
At the moment my instrument's soul had died.
Now I just lay benumbed before my nebulous pages,
Mournful as the mother bereft of her child.
A writer at heart, I have been throughout all my ages,
And to this passing,--I'm driv'n tearfully wild!
Am I wrong?