Where shall I begin?THE DISAPPOINTMENTS?THE FURY?THE CONFUSION?
From back then when poetry was “the thing”(ooooh the thought of it),those were the days when people would gather around just to hear Shakespeare’s lines and roll with laughter,those were the days when people would talk of what who said what and it did matter [NOT GOSSIP MY GOOD PEOPLE],those were the days when Tom Sawyer was everyone’s friend and Jack Frost was everyone’s compatriot enemy,remember?How can you -yes you – for the past decade and a half all that’s gone with the likes of FACEBOOK,TWITTER,INSTAGRAM,SNAPCHAT,MYSPACE,the list is endless.
In today’s world no known orator is a poet and no known writer is an author.
Let’s engage our gears for these is going to be a muddy ride through the tears of Poetry. I won’t ask you to enjoy or lament;one way or the other,you will……..