Inspiration flows in us like deep waters, like secret springs. Its waters flow freely, even when it takes effort to draw them, and they are always shaping us inwardly until we do…
A poem to celebrate all of my followers, and the joy of writing!
A poem to summon the heart of land, sea and sky.
The world stirs at the touch of dawn’s earliest light, filtering in sideways through morning mists, and the first breeze comes like a pleasant, waking sigh. So breath and movement awaken as dawn’s veil grows thin, and all life begins a new song.
A poem to celebrate womanhood.
Tension is the nature of diversity, and diversity is beautiful, whether it resonates of harmony or dissonance…but harmony is only possible after there has been a parting, and dissonance, the agony of desire, only intensifies as resolve nears, yearns until unison is found. Songs are born of them.