I look at the pageI pick up my penAngled, poised and readyMy mind is blankEmpty of notionWhat should I write today? I want to writeI feel the needI want to tell a storyI start to humPerhaps a tuneWill help focus my thoughts I hear the beatI tap my feetTo my wordless, empty tuneI cannot thinkI cannot writeI cannot pen a tale I stare at the … Continue reading No story here today
I put this on my own timeline yesterday … I thought I’d write a cento this morning. A cento is a two line poem made up of a line from each of two other poems and they can make sense or not.I wanted my cento to reflect the strange times we’re currently living in because of the Covid-19 pandemic. Here is my cento:.Eye of newt … Continue reading A Covid-19 Cento
I wrote this poem while sitting in my lounge yesterday. It’s a “found” poem. A found poem is a poem that has been made from things that you’ve seen, heard, found, smelt, felt, etc when you’ve been on a journey, waited in a waiting room – anything really. So, I looked around my lounge to see if I could “find” a poem there. I wanted … Continue reading The poem in my lounge
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