My poems are like Winter Aconite which is a poisonous plant with a deceptively pretty flower.
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
...the way of most resolutions!
Time seems to have flown again and I've been writing a lot of sonnets and villanelles. Now I'm delving into prose poetry and reading Rimbaud. I can't believe that he was writing in the 1800's and that his work is still so contemporary. We had a 'lively' discussion about prose poetry at the latest poetry workshop; the grey area between prose and poetry. It's a discussion I enjoy. I'm now writing a prose poem about waking up inside a jelly...maybe time for a rest.
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