Makes total sense to me, Neil. Poems are the pure essence of language . . . "the shape that thoughts come in" as Edgar Ballantyne so beautifully says. I love your Sijo poetry and the owls in this post remind me of you and your friends way up there in the wilds of Canada!
Makes total sense to me, Neil. Poems are the pure essence of language . . . "the shape that thoughts come in" as Edgar Ballantyne so beautifully says. I love your Sijo poetry and the owls in this post remind me of you and your friends way up there in the wilds of Canada!
Makes total sense to me, Neil. Poems are the pure essence of language . . . "the shape that thoughts come in" as Edgar Ballantyne so beautifully says. I love your Sijo poetry and the owls in this post remind me of you and your friends way up there in the wilds of Canada!