Poetry is the most condensed form of text
said someone (who?) or something like that. It is certainly close to music, having considered rhythms and cadenced syllabic sounds.
My poetic muse is answered only occasionally, at rare intervals, when enthused by some goddess or other: principally my desire to express myself focusses through music. Or perhaps I should write, not 'my desire' but rather the need to answer the calls.
To gather one's poems together as here is to lay out one's soul for daws to peck at. I do so in the hope that daws will soon discard, and friends will find some thought to touch them nearly. I offer them, flaws and all, as unexceptional signs of common humanity.
© Clement Jewitt 1982/83/90/91/92/93/95/99/2000/02/11