message (Remove filter)
Poetry As A Means Of Meditation
You'd be surprised how rarely we think
About what we want to say.
This world barely gives the time
To do more than think
We are thinking,
Anyway.
Not the everyday chatter,
Though even that sometimes slips out
Unchecked.
It is our inner message to the world,
Our message to ourselves
That we neglect.
Whereas, a blank page challenges the poet
To do more than merely spill the sou...
Thursday 7th January 2021 1:12 am
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
2 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
4 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
5 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
12 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
13 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
14 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
15 hours ago