Sometimes life gets in the way. The ease with which I used to channel words that came to me into halfway decent poems has been knocked by a particularly harsh few years. It's easy to blame circumstances rather than your own lack of application, but I've been doing this for enough years to know.
And sometimes, all you need is to find a little phrase, hidden in a pile of scribbles, to make a little spark catch. I'm hopeful this time, and regular poetry nights at the wonderful Belfry Centre in the little coastal village of Overstrand, give me deadlines.
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