Comments about Paula Puddephatt
I scrape my motivation off the floor –
Pretend that I can face another day.
I might appear to go on as before,
But am not really here. What can I say?
It’s self-indulgent to write poetry
Like this, so I try not to, but I fail.
I realise that this is “Me, me, me”.
Who are these other people who all sail