“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
I would like to share with you some of my poetry & prose every friday. I have always loved poetry, and it has felt so good to have gotten back into it this year.
Poetry is the language of my heart.
This one needs no explanation
Are there any other poets out there who follow my blog? Please do share your work with me. I would be so happy to read it.