Monday, April 11, 2011
within the thunder. . .I've been working on a revision of the first poem written after that mind-numbing concussion where only color and image existed. Perhaps this is where I belong for the images I put down were from heart and not from mind. Seriously, the dyslexic that I am has always struggled with word. Making sense of words through spelling and grammar continues to be a struggle. Either I accept that I cannot write or I continue in battle. However, out of the mess of speaking through writing came the magic of WordLayers which is a personal victory out of war into art. I go in and out of consciousness not from concussion but from creativity.