His whispered still, small voice is often our last chance at pausing circumstances born of freewill.
The result of expectation is usually disingenuous.
If poets paid attention to the red flags in their hearts, you’d be hard-pressed to find a stanza that keeps you interested in the one who might make your life poetry. ~Pryzm
A lot of great poetry begins with a brandy and evolves in the poet being two sheets to the wind by the time he’s happy with the finished prose – only to find himself wearing the third sheet like a diaper and wishing he was sound asleep in bed.