I wondered today How a candle feels When it sits without flame Is it cold When it is not on purpose? Because that’s how I feel Sapped Worthless Small Doubtful I know I cannot burn all the time Wax runs hot Wax runs out The souls of the ancestors offer battle cries And say Don’t […]
When I write Every day I am honing a craft And I am growing a raft for my thoughts which carry them from me to you And I am beginning to understand the power the energy of words so they have become WORDS not words to me anymore And my brain is organising this process […]
Some say I think too much What would they know In the dark quiet hours When the stars shine And I’m sitting Knitting Thoughts together And the words come hovering Like butterflies To settle Perch upon my Mind How would someone who has never Played with words Never heard Them whisper Softly Mournfully Joyfully Trumpeting […]
