Walking,
I stopped to buy
some sunflowers.
Thinking of Van Gogh.
All into himself,
right until the end.
I used to give my
wife sunflowers.
Right until the end.
They filled her heart.
And filled my eyes.
Oh, but so gently.
Or something worse
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 