Last weekend I attended a poetry workshop in a little room situated in a beautiful garden. Eden Garden was hewn out of a quarry and is like an oasis of calm in the midst of the city.
Writing poetry means being willing to sit and be still,
to take a little climb into a different realm,
to let a shower of rain refresh your soul;
to be open to surprise,
and moments of beauty.
The rays of sun illumine the pathways, showing where a filigree of shadow sits, and leading you onward in search of colour.
Then you find a nook, a place of shelter,
and then you have it. A poem has appeared, you have shaped it, and it rises well-formed.