Leading Light

A sudden thought springs to my mind, a statement borne in rhyme. I find this happens frequently and cherish it each time. Don’t ask me where the thought came from, another soul or mine or maybe it bleeds from the ‘whole’, if so this thought’s divine. The thought then echoes through my mind, I’m clothed within its gown and actually feel the thought’s relief when it is written down. Then other thoughts can quickly come like rain they start to pour, while some must wait until the first has more time to mature. When time is right I sit me down then more words start to flow, my pen moves through the rhyme with ease and writes it in one go. The written words bear ripened fruit like grapes plucked from the vine, but from this point I nourish them and make them really mine. I carefully study every thought and review every line to keep the meaning shining through, but help the words to rhyme. I know that I am meant to share this gift that I’ve received to help some find their inner strength in what has been conceived. My poetry can mean so much to those who care to read but please don’t offer me the praise I did not plant the seed. There really is a leading light to see us through our day it shows itself in many forms to help us find our way. But you my friends must seek it out then with it you can shine like I have done with poetry a gift that I make mine. Ivor G Davies