The air is fresh
After a warm day.
I thrive
In this spring air.
And wonder
Whether those below
Ever walked by
Where they now lie.
The air is fresh
After a warm day.
I thrive
In this spring air.
And wonder
Whether those below
Ever walked by
Where they now lie.
I am delighted to have received another wonderful review of my collection of poetry, More Poetic Meanderings, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5526304433.
I am also pleased to let you know that I am in the process of publishing a collection of my humorous verses entitled My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend and Other Humorous Verses. I hope the collection will be available by the end of may in both Kindle and paperback editions.
A good article on the importance of making content (particularly books) available in accessible formats, https://writingtoberead.com/2023/05/01/writers-corner-accessibility-more-readers/.
As someone who is registered blind and unable to read print, I use Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software that converts text into speech and braille allowing me to use a Windows computer or laptop. In addition, I use the text to speech facility on my Kindle to have text read to me.
In the wood’s heart
There is light
And there is dark.
The poet finds
Delight
With woodland
Nymphs.
For girls
Of the mind
Are never bland.
I met a monster in my dream
Who said, “aren’t you going to scream!”.
I said, “no, not really
As I can see clearly
That you sir are only a dream!”.
An interesting and thought provoking article, https://engelsbergideas.com/essays/can-epic-poetry-revive-history/.
I was delighted to receive a 4 star review of my recently released poetry collection, More Poetic Meanderings. To read the review please go to https://robinleeann.com/2023/04/28/arc-review-more-poetic-meanderings/. The review can also be found on Goodreads here https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5472916160.
When I found a most aristocratic old ghost
In my kitchen stuffing his mouth with toast,
And he said, “I’m an aristocrat!”,
I said, “I can see that !
And you’re stuffing your mouth with my toast!”.
| On leaving
The half-empty pub On a spring Evening, I heard birdsong. I love These chill Nights , when the trill Of birds is heard On the still Street. Their unconscious art Calls to my sad Glad heart. It was always so. And I know Their song will remain Until I gain The churchyard path Where all must pass.
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This much inked sheet
Will, I think
Have yet another verse –
Should we meet.