Writing Poetry Comments

he knocked upon heavens gate the door flew wide open, come in come in, I've been waiting for you.... ..the poet dreams whilst wide awake... others dream in bed and all the time the thoughts don't rhyme they just go round the head.............

This is so true. Poetry embroiders what the heart does not know, but what the eye needs to see. Karin Anderson

and.yes, you are right..

More like a surgeon of poetry, I would think