Poetry Partners #55
A poem by M Jay Dixit of ‘September heart-to-hearts’
Another day's been laid to waste Sunshine seems so far away Dark clouds linger on Crying from time to time a melancholic rain. I can't remember my face Mirrors show a reflection I hate and my thoughts are so grey, so low and for so long The Sun at sundown, hanging on, not going away. I’m a poet, living in the basement. I know it, that I may never be famous never get rich because of my poetry but I still write and rhyme whenever black clouds cross my mind where it’s overcast all the time.
- M Jay Dixit: https://septemberhearttohearts.wordpress.com/
A sevenling by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
If you write for yourself, you’ll reach all the people you want to write for.
–William Zinsser (1922 – 2015)
A young poet stares out from his…
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