I reworked on a poem that I had written a few years’ ago – 27/12/2016 to be precise. I was on a holiday in Vietnam.
There are signs – A slowing down, a hushed silence A quietude A darkening A cutting of the light A pall of gloom As condensed
Who are ‘they?’ As a child, I was told by my grandmother, that I mustn’t speak aloud for ‘they’ will hear. “Girls must speak softly,”
Wrote the below poem for the prompt “Butterflies” With heavy heart and tired feet I lower myself on the garden’s wooden seat Skies gray, vacant
For all you readers and writers/poets out there, when do you write your best? Do you write better when you’re happy or do you write