Prompted by a line from a poem by Wyn Cooper
“The stars have fallen onto the sheets, fallen down to sleep with me.” Lines from poems scroll continuously through me. Beginning at dawn, when I wake up, and throughout the day, lines from poems come to me, recite themselves silently in my head, in my voice, like song refrains spoken not sung. Without poetry I … Continue reading Prompted by a line from a poem by Wyn Cooper