When I was young the words came freely to me, they would arrive spontaneously and preformed, I only had to write them down…..
Now I have to work hard to draw them out, I have to seek them out of the jumble of nothing and everything… They rarely come to me of their own accord anymore and even less often am I able to record them before they pass on by…….
I like the silence. It has a comforting embrace that warmly envelops me with peace, contentment and security. Like an old friend I can relax with and delight in the sounds of nature by day and the stillness in the night. I need the silence and the stillness to write. I need to be alone or at least alone in my world.
my beautiful son
how I have loved thee
beyond the stars of the universe
beneath the earth
I know you can feel my love
you will always be my muse
even when your bones have turned to dust
I wanted you to be ok
and it haunted me that you were not
A fictional character you may be
but you stayed with me for days….
it will only make you cry
but the tears were already flowing
even when they could not be seen