I haven’t decided which I need
to say what needs saying.
poetry or prose,
pictures or paintings,
whatever I do, I seem to need
About this poem
This was going to be an essay about leaving room in our lives for the important things, love, people, art, faith. I had the perfect photograph for it and a host of metaphors and examples. It was going to be glorious.
Shows what I know. Always trust your muse. Thank you Robert Hazel.
PS: Robert Hazel was my first poetry professor. A delightful old reprobate who also happened to be one hell of a poet. When I write my “The Old Poet” poems, it is Robert’s voice in my ear.
PPS: the painting is one of mine.