Poetry is when
the language of the soul
escapes into
the common tongue.
©Andrew James Murray
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
Poetry is when
the language of the soul
escapes into
the common tongue.
©Andrew James Murray
City Jackdaw 
What a lovely definition!
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Snipped from my poem Words On A Bridge.
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mmm, nice!
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From the poem I’ve mentioned to Linda, above ^^
I think I’ve recalled the title correctly!
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I promptly got out my very used (dog-eared is such an over used term) copy of your poetry and turned to that poem.
Triple ‘mmmm, nice!’
😉
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Thank you x3 🙂
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That is so true!
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As you give your own soul expression through your visual art, Anna.
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That’s true too.
Are you ok by the way?
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You mean with the recent events in my city? It has been a difficult few days, but I’ve been very proud of my fellow Mancunians (people from Manchester).
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Good. It’s so sad when things like that happen. It’s the worst side of mankind.
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It is. But the response of the people of my city has shown me the other side, too.
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Good. That’s what happened in Stockholm to. The best side of mankind outnumbered the worst side.
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