The imagesMy memories are sepia toned photographssinking furtherinto the bracken watersof time.My words arethe digital echoesflowing awayinto an unknown etherline by line.
So, funny story….since I uploaded the poem about writer’s block I have been unable to pick up a pen. Worse than that, the very thought of uploading an old poem filled me with dread. Procrastination, dread and tiredness are conditions that can dig their claws into anyone. Today I finally built up the courage toContinue reading “You become what you say”
Today I have two poems – not because I am boastful or greedy – they arrived in quick succession on the same page, so it felt wrong to separate them. They also didn’t have names until I realised that they were about words and ideas – how they are formed and what we do withContinue reading “Poetry Boot Camp Day 6: Words and Ideas”