a poem begins.


 a poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong,

a homesickness, a lovesickness.

happy birthday, robert frost – born march 1874



image credit: maurice shapiro – woodland sketch

53 responses »

  1. I just wrote a poem about writing, in part inspired by this post when I came across it a few days ago! The words were a lump in my throat, after all… Haha, thanks for sharing! 🙂

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