Sunday 28 October 2018

Don't worry, it's only poetry, it's all poetry

While I'm letting the ink dry on this verse,
come sit with me a minute. Nothing worse
than being forced to face an abstruse rondeau 
when you are not in the mood for those words.
So I won't recite anything to you.
Just rest yourself, do what you want to do -
feel, listen to this silence between us
because, after all, that's poetry too.

Yesterday was the local Poetry Festival - The Colours of Life. I was there with two of my poems. This is a yearly highlight for the Bahrain Second Circle poets, an evening of fun, sharing poetry that's sometimes serious and at others lighthearted. Smug as a bug in a rug - the final time this year methinks...or maybe not quite final...

November is the Writer's Retreat for NaNo, I don't do NaNo, but I go along for the retreat each year and get a short or some poetry out of it...inspirational to be in the same space as a bunch of dedicated writers at their craft. There's usually wine and bottomless coffee...a balcony with a seaview...a 5 star sunset...what else does a poet need?


  1. Enjoy your retreat. To the max.
    As I always enjoy your poetic musings.

  2. poetic silence is golden. Enjoy wine, coffee, and sunsets. Sounds like bliss. All the best

  3. Hi Nila - love your poem ... rest with me awhile: sit with me a minute ... silence is also good and can radiate between us. So pleased your Poetry Festival lived up to its expectations ... and now enjoy NaNo's retreat ... sounds ideal - cheers Hilary

    1. The true test of companionship is where and with whom you can feel at complete ease being silent, no obligation to say or do anything, imo.

  4. What more, indeed? You had me at "bottomless coffee!"