One morning I was sitting on my bed and could hear the hot water rising up through the heating pipes and the first line of this came into my head. Non-rhyming poetry comes very hard for me. With rhyming verse I find the search for the rhyme somewhat controls the direction of the piece. When you take that away I really have to write from within. I like the results. I must try to write more of it.
This poem has been selected for publication by the The International Library of Poetry in their spring 2003 publication.