Something from an ancient mariner....

Everything we look at, even if we can't see it, is a poem.
The seagull in this photo, is a poem.
Everything we feel inside, even if we cannot write about it, is a poem.
Stefanie, proprietress of a superb blogpage called So Many Books, has written a little piece tonight, about the poetry of Rosemarie Waldrop.
For some reason, reading the snippetry of poems that she listed there, got me to thinking of some of the stuff I myself have written.
And so, if you feel so inclined, you can click here and read a short piece I once wrote, and this time around I even tried a silly device known as.... rhyming!
Cheers!