Ivan Donn Carswell
Biography of Ivan Donn Carswell
...If I said I wrote poetry for a reason I’d have to defend my reasoning every day. So I don’t. I write for fun – and if it isn’t fun it’s better than being bored or feeling useless. I admit to feeling bored and useless occasionally.
But there is more to Poetry than one man’s opinion of it.
There are many views – no less especially here. Most, sadly, are neither original nor particularly new because that is what we’ve come to expect as an unforgiving characteristic of this Site.
But occasionally there are gems to be found, wicked nuggets of gold garnered from sparsest sands. I’m tossing in what I can. If you’ve encountered something of mine you consider worthy, congratulations. Toss me a line. I’ll understand!
My arbitrary decision to limit poems posted here to 100 will stand as long as Poemhunter continues its childishly innocuous and anonymous censorship practises. I have seen no sign of it improving yet.
Try reading: -
http: //www.igorevich.blogspot.com/ - 'Poetry from the Orchard'..
Ivan Donn Carswell's Works:
The Meaning of Liff
biLove Ran Out/i/b
the simple account
– love ran out
no-longer sustained by
medieval bracelets charmed
with romantic favour
you could see it
as attributed by fate
grafted in years of hard labour