I gawk, stare, peep, glare, gape, squint, gaze, and do whatever else it is one may do with the dual eyeball cannon. But still I am a word person. It's a rare picture worth a thousand words. A few words, well chosen and placed, may conjure up a thousand pictures. Though I do not guarantee my words will work such magic for you, I may hope.
All writing is an intimate expression of the person.
Perhaps poetry permits an even more personal window to the soul. As such, it both invites and joins us to a spiritual Siamese experience, whose fatality upon posterior separation cautions us against casual engagement. You left me wondering Through half words, raised eyebrows, And upturned palms to keep my distance. I was never good at reading road signs, Much less stop and go lights Flashing simultaneously. No one to ask directions, Even if I mustered the courage.