Why do I love writing poetry? is it a game of prose? or is the game to find the word that rhymes? or is it the one thing I do that quietens the mind? The place of peace, where one word can hang their, slowly turning in the air, teasing you, to take pen in hand and scribble down a verse, Is it the fact you can make poetry sing, or become a dirge. It is all of those above, as a word lover it’s a passion of mine to take them apart, and then place them letter by later till they sob with grief or shout out in happiness.