Forged in a crucible of fire my essence is flame – I smoulder in silence burn in indignation ignite with passion – stir these embers
Subtlety unknown, Spring’s repertoire bold and bright – soul responds in kind.
Body falters, mind the same, but spirit dances, lithe as a flame.
Elaborate, the tree forts imagination envisions Indifferent, the rationale that overpowers inspiration I balk, abandon hope, build a wall instead, forgetting… Creativity is not linear,
Is this inherent restlessness, a fiery blue spark of eternal angst igniting passion – a call to write? (Image from personal collection)
Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating