Nina hosted a great meeting last night that turned out to be a small and welcome lecture on poetry. Isolation and humour crept into a warm up exercise full of Synquain's, Quatrain's, Haiku's, and Limerick's.
We moved into the main event and one by one a glimpse of isolation was unveiled. To some of us isolation was as welcome as solitude. Isolation came in forms where family was missing and where individuals were alone. Isolated nations, isolated people. Isolation sprinkled with depression and isolation observation. A rich topic that proved to be a great leaping point for inspiration.
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