We’re going on a poem hunt
We’re off to the sylvan wilds within
To wend our way to words.
Our lines of thought will couple them
Aligned in text – not heard.
For in this silent space they lay
For some, an ever-and-a-day,
Awaiting eyes that seldom know
The depths we wondrous poets go.
© Grant
And on the subject of hunting for poems, here is one of my poster designs for a “poetry walk” through the woods for the Marches Poets. It was a shared event and organised like an Easter Egg hunt.
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Lady Sapph – Your word play is so fun, and you really do have a refreshing style. Your work is like skipping rocks you seem to always nick the surface of a subject and let one’s mind grasp the depth. Awesome. Keep it up!
Elske – Title / intro is: love it, nice title!
Something to work on is: nothing really, although it might be that the first word ‘we’ve’ should be we’re. nice rhythm you got going! and I really love the theme, many poets can relate to it, I am very sure. very good job!
Something to work on is: nothing really, although it might be that the first word ‘we’ve’ should be we’re. nice rhythm you got going! and I really love the theme, many poets can relate to it, I am very sure. very good job!
Ah yes, it should be! Thank you very much for spotting that. I’ve corrected it.
