At morning timeLaurieAK wrote:I was not talking to someone to cared to make the poem any better...or even make a poem. It was therapy. There is a big difference between poems and therapy
the psychiatrist listens
to the rantings
the ravings
the poetry
of the fool
And he learns much
The exchange
deepened
by the fool's embrace
of the power
This ever present power
And he perceives
that analysis
is poetry too
That he dances
with the fool
to endless beats
And that on Yom Kippur
they look in G-d
for forgiveness
they both made mistakes
So now just who is critic?
And who is fool?
