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Welcome
to my site - a room of poems to view The
theme is silence,
spirituality, and good humour - a combination
which might also come together in Basho, Keroac's writing, certain
uncaptured laughters of saints on hills long past, crickets
rubbing their legs together in excitement all through long summers now
forgotten - and similar places. I
would welcome your comments -
please email me at aswann@mailcity.com By
way of an opening, I offer the
following: I am a poet
But I haven't got a poem - My empty words fall on deaf ears And I am struck dumb by the echo I would like also to offer thanks To my Mother for opening the
book.
To my Father for his humility and sacrifice. To Evie for the warmth and surprises. To Rose for the present and the future. Alex » Continue |