Nona's Poetry Corner

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.

Saturday, May 29, 2021

The Cellar Door

17/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation We don’t have a cellar door But I’ve always wanted one A door to a place I can hide away When the work...

The Inescapable Truth

16/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation Everyone discovers Their own Inescapable truth That defines Who or What or Where and It can Break them...

Friday, May 28, 2021

Drawing Breath

15/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation Conscious of the air passing my lips As I breathe in and out Sucking in the cold, still air Of the bre...

Outcast

14/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation I’ve never fitted in Even as a child I’ve walked my own path And sung my own song I didn’t get invit...

Whale Song

13/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation Have you heard the whale song Drifting on the currents Calling out a mournful tune To the far reaches ...

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Watching Over You

12/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation As I stand here Watching over you Watching you sleep The rise and fall of your tiny chest I wonder wha...

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

What If

11/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation What if we choose to be kind? To give of ourselves Our time and our energy To support those around us ...

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