We are still concerned with Regrets and Uncertainties on this Day 787 of the Daily Poems.  Our poet Rob Primhak  has something to say about mornings that taste of stale wine and gall in this astute villanelle. Freedom Solo is free, but freedom is not allhazard and gravity will have their say;sometimes you need a… Continue reading

It is Day 786 of the Daily Poems, still battling with Regrets and Uncertainties.  Our poet André Mangeot reflects on an unsuccessful first marriage and its dying embers. Brand Last night we each drove back alone from ourmeeting at Relate: you to your home, meto mine.  Already on that drive I knewthat all the strategies… Continue reading

Today is Holocaust Memorial Day, 27 January, eighty years after the liberation of Auschwitz.  It is Day 785 of the Daily Poems, and unusually for this site we shall post not one but two poems, taken from the anthology Poetry of the Holocaust, edited by Marian de Vooght and Jean Boase-Beier.   The poems speak… Continue reading

You cannot summon them.  They come when they will.  But who are they?  I am uncertain.  Our poet Colin Hopkirk seems to know, on this Day 784 of the Daily Poems.  I think so anyway. You cannot summon them   they come when they willin supermarkets or restaurantsin city crowdssometimes in passing carsalways dressed as… Continue reading

On this Day 783 of the Daily Poems it is 25 January.  Tonight is Burns Night, so it would be appropriate to have a Scottish-leaning poem.  Step forward your Editor with a reminiscence of the Braid Hills outside Edinburgh, slightly tinged with regret for the passing of the years … Braid Hills     In… Continue reading