Click here to hear the poet read his words:
a poem
I wrote a poem about my life
it told of family
and friends
of rock n roll
and opera
and books
that made me dream
I wrote a poem about my life
it told of where I’d been
from Copenhagen to Sydney
from Budapest to San Francisco
and most importantly
from Ayr to Aberdeen
I wrote a poem about a girl
it told of my love
for her eyes
her smile
her smell
I read my poems again today
and finally realised
that every one I’ve ever written
unsurprisingly
uses exactly
the same words
Sound Bite Fiction 
Great flow to this poem. Like Jen, I think the change from Wrote to Read works well. Ayrshire skies can be so beautiful.
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Hi Lindsey, good to see you again.
Glad you enjoyed the flow.
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I think all of us who have deep passion for someone, something, somewhere, tend to write it again and again–not changing many words. Just my opinion😊 Leslie (of many blogs, aliases)
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Jings, Lassie, how many disguises do you have? Are you on the run or in Witness Protection? You have more aliases than I do, and I’ve got a fair few!
So are you saying that we all lack imagination?
That’s nice, I must say!
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But they are lovely words!
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Thanks, Nancy, you are very kind.
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And you use them so well to tell about life in the perceptive way you have of looking into the heart of a situation.
The repetition of ‘I wrote’ and the change to ‘I read’ carries the poem along perfectly.
And it’s a beautiful photograph too.
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Thanks, Jenne, I appreciate your kind words and continued support.
And the photo is down your way, I believe!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Cassa, happy it worked for you.
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