Tag: poet

Being-There

Taking it to the existential level, after Merrill prompts us to include a chosen proverb in our poem for her Poetics challenge: The Proverbial

parading Pink

A rose that smells as good as it looks – the maidenly Blush Noisette. Not smelling of hazelnut as the French word suggests but akin to the hybrid rose produced in 1817, by a French gardener, Noisette, of Charleston, South Carolina, from the China… Continue Reading “parading Pink”

Follow the Rain

Another holiday break and either I am following the rain, or grey clouds have pursued me. Still, I like the moody skies and pavement reflections over London Bridge. And the train tracked the rain all the way to Suffolk… “How beautiful is the rain!… Continue Reading “Follow the Rain”