What an amazing feeling to be listening to BBC Radio’s programme on National Poetry Day, with poems by Shakespeare, Seamus Heaney and the like, while writing and posting my own poetry.
I saw the word evanescent on obtuseangleeyebrows post ‘Word of the Day’ which prompted me to write this:
Evanescent
A poem forms within my soul
Unshaped at its conception
A word, a phrase, a stanza whole
A sensory perception
Intense and vivid at its birth
The spell it binds is broken
When evaluated for its worth
Written down or spoken
Poetic children are sublime
Ethereal like flowers
Some last beyond the realm of time
But others only hours.
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