The trouble with poetry…

The trouble with poetry…

To be

To be here

To ride a bike

Or be on a bus

To eat my tea

Or watch t.v.

To have a cat

Or talk on the phone

To be in a boring meeting

Or be grown up

To have a job

Or be at home

To go somewhere

Or be someone

To wear other people’s clothes…

Leaves me wordless

(Nicola Watson... Thank you Nicola... a poet has been reborn. Maybe pure poetry is wordless and the poetry we know and love is the closest we can get to it with words... well, it's just a thought).