This is Joe Quinton's first posting on my website. Your feedback about his work is most welcome so feel free to write in with your comments. - poetheart 12/11/02
How do I spend my time?
More than one queries
The question rises in me guilt
How can I say POETRY.
It seems unreal to examine self, life's experience
Then set down fragile words on paper.
Knowing correspondence is not there.
Facing words eats not many minutes
So how do I spend my time?
Watching leaves grow and fall
Seeing branches silhouetted against the sky
All nature spread out
by Joe Quinton