There is within a longing
for the deep hours.
Ones where entire days
disappear in a blink
and worlds are discovered,
word by word.
Those simmering moments when day paints the hall
with shafts of ambered gold,
and dust swirls a riotous ballet
through light while in the silence
is held echos of childish squeals
as ghosts skip airlessly by.
Header photograph © Susan Mulder.
I am on a journey to find a peace within myself and with the world around me. Writing poetry-seriously-was a way to challenge myself after laying down my previous career/s and have begun the slow process of reaching out to see if there can be life in my words outside my cramped notebooks. With a terminal degree in fine art in painting, I have held several positions in my old life and while I continue to paint and exhibit I find my deepest expression (and joy) in writing and within the eyes of my grand children.
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