I think am losing my poetic touch, so I am going to take a break. I was toying with the idea of writing an elegy for Makeba,but all I could come up with is this acrostic,mirror cinquain in free verse.
There used to be a time when all I needed was a phrase and a poem would be in the offing.
It quite simply doesn’t happen anymore!
I need a new perspective.I should get another anthology. What’s the name of the poet who wrote Men love chocolate but they don’t say?
