Sea of Rain

Poems come to me unexpectedly, as does the weather to each day. Sometimes it's fine and sunny and then it's dark and stormy; often it's something caught between these two extremes. Just like the weather, I have no real control over the form each poem decides to take, and it's quite a buzz being "in the moment" when a thought spills onto the page. Poetry most definitely has a life of its own, and at best, all I can do is guide it around the page and hope the reader likes it. Love and melancholy are never far away in my poetry, and therefore, reflecting high emotions, they can soar to brilliant heights of glory or self-destruct in the deepest depths of doom. I make no apology for this, for isn't this just life? And if nothing else, my poems are all about life. Kevin Robinson