Enamoured memory, visualisation or fantasy?

Enamoured memory, visualisation or fantasy? Why spend your time to memorise Whatever you may visualise? Why be enamoured The old bard clamoured With what you may just fantasize? Alan Grace 1 September 2017

The Phoenix Rises

This poem I wrote in 2015 was originally titled “The Meaning of Easter”. It then was recently called “Neighbourly Lost” and has now become “The Phoenix rises”. Enjoy 🙂