Poetry is personal; it is not perfect nor does it need to rhyme: it is emotion and memory and meaning from your heart about what’s simple and yet important in your life. That’s what makes them profound, especially to the author– you.
The old adage, “Stop and smell the roses” has taken on new meaning as we, with our smart phones, do just that.
Sometimes we need a break, a time to just reflect on a moment — like today with sun melting the snow, revealing the browned grass, soaking its melt into the dormant earth as my kitten explored the outside for her first outing.
How about a poem?
Whooosssshhhhh, a bald eagle swoops down passing eye level over the road in front of you
During our #writeout twitter chat [archives], we were asked to choose a photo from the #writeout photo feed and write a haiku. The haiku are archived here. I choose Sarah Honeychurch’s Shetland Isles photo because the haiku just wrote itself:…
