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.