In stillness I sit like an open, empty cup – waiting to be filled.
In stillness I sit like an open, empty cup – waiting to be filled.
Eagles spread their wings soaring, gliding, way up high – unfazed by the sun. copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
“Poetry provides us the history of the human heart.” This is what American Poet laureate Billy Collins said in the introductory session of his master class on poetry online that I had attended. This was way back in July, five months since the Covid-19 pandemic began. During those long days of staying at home, I …