Wanderings of a Lonely Mind
by A. Ramsey
Poetry is like a constantly changing landscape, or sometimes like an old friend that changes gradually over the years. In either case there seems to be the one constant - change. It seems to inspire the excitement of what’s to come, warn of what may be lost, and cause a reexamination of things we believe to be real. Sunny days turn to storms, downpours into to trickles, for everything changes.