How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?

If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what's in your heart.

I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

My prose is turgid, it just hasn't got any energy