Autumn A russet hum of leaves in gold hued gasp, un-link their chain-link grasp, fall to moss green burr and sod. Above the sky, Elk grey and still as if in exile from a great herd. A strum of geese beneath a chord of cloud, clattering wings pulled bow taut and … More Write a Poem with me? Write descriptive imagery using Synesthesia to blend senses.
“The poet, is occupied with frontiers of consciousness beyond which words fail, though meanings still exist.” – T.S. Elliot Two modes of thinking Perhaps there is no instruction book or check list to be followed. Perhaps poems grow in the dark earth beneath the day light of our alert, problem solving, beta … More How Poets write Poems (perhaps) – and my own writing process