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?