Poetry

I love poetry. To be honest I haven't actually been exposed to that much of it, but I brought 1 book of Selected Poems by T.S. Elliot with me and have been enjoying savouring them. If you have a favourite poem- please find it on the web for me and send me a link. One day I'll post my top favourite poem 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock', but for today I'd like to share this beautiful little verse I came across (S.L. Lenzkes, 1983)

There is a place where the wounded soul goes to hide,
a place that cannot be reached by human caring,
though it nods at the effort.
It's a dark, retractable place,
without windows and doors;
a place where the soul would be more alone
than it has ever known
unless Someone-
Someone able to walk through walls-
was not already there waiting.