Thank you for the comments on poetry. The trouble is that the more comments I get, the more confused I become! It seems that the word means different things to different people. I am reminded of John Cage the composer commenting (I think) on his composition 4'22" (if I am wrong about this I am sure Dominic will put me right) and saying - "I have nothing to say and I am saying it - and that's poetry."
Some people seem to think that form, rhythm and rhyme are all important, others that starting in one style and sticking to it, others that anything goes if they wish to call it poetry.
If you haven't commented yet and can think of anything you wish to add, I would love to hear from you today. When tomorrow comes I shall make a list of all your comments and give to Victoria, the lady concerned.
In the widest possible sense there is poetry afoot in the garden today - it is full of daffodils, all turned in the same direction to greet the morning sun. Forget-me-nots have self-seeded and are making patches of hazy blue here and there - often in the most odd places. Muscari (grape hyacinths) are crowding the sides of the path and shouting loudly that their blue is much more dense and vivid than that of the more subtle forget-me-nots and the tulips are saying nothing - their bright scarlet cups are open to the sun - and that's poetry!