The sea was silver again today, as it always is when the sun shines through the grey sky. We can choose to see the silver sheen or the grey day. I choose the silver, sit beside it, soak in its energy, listen to its rhythmical breathing, become one with it.
Finding a Poem’s Geographical Location: Visual Mind-Mapping
Tag-surfing one windy day, I stumbled on the headline: "How to Create Visuals When All You Have Is Words." It got me thinking about making my poetry more visual, and not necessarily by arranging the words in unique patterns on the pages - something I did in my Aquathoughts collection mostly written over a period... Continue Reading →
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Poem from a Wrinkled Hag
I hadn't written any poetry in a very long while , then one night - in the middle of the night - I woke up and scratched out these words on the back of an energy bill envelope: Put pen to paper one last time wring a poem from my aching soul let the... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 