Why poetry?

Golden wreath award acceptance speech at Struga poetry evenings festival in August 2017 When my mother was very old and in a nursing home, she surprised me one day towards the end of her life by asking me if I still wrote poetry. When I blurted out that I still do, she stared at me dumbfounded, I had to repeat what I said, till she sighed and shook her head, probably thinking to herself this son of mine has always had a screw loose. Now that I’m