It was on the discussion with a old friend that I found myself once indulging into the world of poetry. My last sojourn into it was twent years ago when my hormones were raging with anything wearing skirts. My line up of poems then would make Romeo more vocal in his love declarartion to Juliet. But I shall not revisit the love scent so much here, and broaden my horizon of topics.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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