There was a point when I got serious about capturing the poetry that poured out of me. I was visiting Venice and was joined by a girlfriend I had met years earlier on a holiday. We were wandering around and seeing the amazing architecture and experiencing the inspirational energy when she ducked away to buy something.
To my surprise she had visited a stationery store and purchased me a Poetry Journal, leather bound with pages just waiting to be filled with wonderful expression in the form of poetry.
I continue to write in this poetry journal and feel that feeling of Venice every time I pick it up, open to the next blank page and simply let go of how I feel in that moment.
