A poem of mine about poetry.
Sometimes something catches your imagination, it tugs on a thread and you have to give in to the temptation and allow some exploration. This happened last night when I reread Tennyson’s ‘The Eagle’. If you’re not following me on Twitter, then please do @SamuelSThorp
When the response is silence What more is there to say? Hypotheticals are void, Imagination fades, And hope dies A slow death. Breathe out. Breathe in. Let it go. Reality Is.
From a young age we are asked what we would like to be when we’re older. I, on one occasion, stood up in front of the entire school at the end of term service in my home church at the time and proudly declared that I wanted to be a bin man. Yup. My rationale […]