Wednesday, 5 November 2014
If there is one thing I have learnt about writing poetry is that there is no forcing it. The inspiration for a poem will come on its own and only when it wants to … much like a cat. And so take a page from the not-so-humble house cat. Chase after those things you want and do it with the same exuberance and focus as a feline would chase a bird. Just like the pampered puddy … you may not get what you want but you will get something … we always do … even if it just the feathers of remembrance and a heart full poetic agony … life will always, in its own time, give you something to write about. In the meantime … live it. Meow:)
* Errata on quille noted …. quill.