Sometimes I wonder if i write my life or if my life writes me. So many times it seems I will write a piece of poetry not knowing where it comes from and the next thing I know is the poem seems apropriate to some new development in my life. Other times the poetry is a direct reflection of my thoughts and feelings. Mostly I have not written for years but am finding my desire to write and create comming slowly back to life. I am 47 and perhaps i would like to create something wonderfull to leave behind like Gone With the Wind but for now am just trying to amuse myself.