NEOPHASES OF THE MOON

And just look at yours! "I found myself drifting within your magic moon, self to swoon on breath of night, that for once I just might, find vision before noon." Oh dear Pamela and I feel you are clever at the history of poetry and understand much within its halls of magical verses, and therefore am honoured by your thoughts on mine. And to think that I didn't write poetry before two years ago, I had written one or two when young, letters have made up most of my prose, non stop, and if there were things of beauty they were always different , written in black ink on white paper, and gone to the winds. I admit that a lot of my letters were able to be turned into poetry as I have always loved the sound-lilt of words, their music and patterns as I love music too, mostly of classical nature or song/opera; but also trad. jazz and modern music, oh there are so many genres its impossible to separate them all. It makes me so happy to think that you, of all the poets here, enjoy what I have written, your encouragement gives impetus to further work, although I would rather call it play as it is as if I dance the words like shadows from the thoughts my brain tosses out at me, and to my surprise there they lie, fixed in time. Magic really!!! Thank you Pamela. With love from Ann of Norway.