Over and Over, Again and Again
22ndJune 2023

In my time as a poet,
I feel I have written the same poem again, and again, and again,
questions,
frustrations,
expressing the need for love and intimacy with the world,
possibly, ...usually, tragic,
always ending with the uncertain,
and more questions,
it is the transcription of reflections on life,
a circular thing,
maybe this is how it has always been.

House with Thatched Roof,
Surrey, England.