When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First

When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First Question To Ask Yourself Is, 'am I Telling The Truth?'

My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And I'm Afraid It's You.

At Lunchtime I Bought A Huge Orange The Size Of It Made Us All Laugh. I Peeled It And Shared It With Robert And Dave— They Got Quarters And I Had A Half. And That Orange It Made Me So Happy, As Ordinary Things Often Do Just Lately. The Shopping. A Walk In The Park This Is Peace And Contentment. It's New. The Rest Of The Day Was Quite Easy. I Did All My Jobs On My List And Enjoyed Them And Had Some Time Over. I Love You. I'm Glad I Exist.

Some Socks Are Loners They Can't Live In Pairs.

In My Case, The Long Gaps Between My Books Have Got Quite A Lot To Do With Lack Of Confidence. A Lot Of The Time When I'm Not Writing I Start Thinking I Can't Do It.