I am an English West Country poet, in the ship shape and Bristol Fashion city, who when not working is taking iPhone photos on walks with my Patterjack terrier, Rosie. Often times caught making home made elderflower champagne or scribbling poetry to languish in kitchen draws. Until that is I joined Tumblr. I am very pleased to meet you all. How do you do.
Are you in Bristol, England in March ? The wonderful independent bookshop ‘Herons’ has warm and welcoming poetry readings each month. Come and browse and hear my, Maisie and Tony’s poetry. Hope to see you there.
It’s here, my small collection of Eco Poetry, plastic, industrial pollution and how nature can rebalance if we let her. Available lisalopresti.big cartel.com, just £3.99 more information at birdsongpoetry.com
The weight of rain drops make us look down at reflections, the images seem strange, but they are exactly right. They will evaporate with the sun and so will the melancholy, there are no shadows when the sun is overhead.
Photo and prose - Lisa Lopresti (shipshapewithsliders)
And I wondered what it was like to be chosen.
I was never chosen.
I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one,
never the chosen one.