Monday August 25, 2008
I’m astonished. I wrote a new poem yesterday and am all a’quiver with the experience. First time for an age, seems to me. Popped a copy here, and as a submission for c&c on my writing group. Some interest and considerable puzzlement came back. As always, people tell me things about what I’ve done that I didn’t know.
Will it happen again? Who knows? I scribble and hum bits of poetry all the happy day long. Few of them ever gather momentum and mass sufficient to form something that might become a poem after a while.
It’s enough for me to know that I’ve gathered a few poems about me on the way. It’s the way that matters to me and I’m happy that, today, it hasn’t ended yet.
And, today was the last of the Bank Holiday weekend. Tomorrow children return to school and people return to work. Most important, solicitors and clerks return to their desk; let’s hope our house sale and purchase files are close to the top of the piles. This house move is a business that’s way past its end-by date.
