As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.
That’s when they bloom
That’s how they bloom
That’s when they ratify their colours
Not a moment too soon
That’s when they amplify it all
Sure some take their time
Some even gallivant impulsive
But by and large that’s how they bloom
Lovely !! Happy ! Brought a smile