National Poetry Day...

Well today sees a temporary departure on the blog, as it is National Poetry Day. I can't claim to know that much about poetry and how it is constructed etc. Below is a few bits I have come across that I like:

* The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
* Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
* Digging by Seamus Heaney
* If by Rudyard Kipling
* The Tyger by William Blake

If you have any recommendations for where to start with the vast amount of poetry there is out there, I would love for you to get in touch.

Finally, bearing in mind I am no poet, I shall share with you something I wrote a few years ago.

Words Unspoken

Words unspoken they fall into a silent void, into the chasm somewhere between love and hate. They hang in the air, and cling to the trees, as if captured in time, unable to cause an impact.

Words unspoken delicate like a single flower battling to survive against a harsh wind. Words that tread a fine line, a balancing act, like a tightrope walker teetering on the edge.

Words unspoken all jumbled up, all fighting to reach the surface, competing for their turn in the glare of the spotlight.

Words unspoken waiting patiently to be heard, time stands still and yet the world still moves. Everything has changed but still remains the same.

Words unspoken silently hide in the shadows behind their radiance and their beauty, frozen in a capsule of fear, refusing to transcend.

Words unspoken that fall short, they have no meaning for their intended now. They retreat into the shadows and slowly fade to grey.

By Leah Moyse 

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