The Writer In Me Wants You To Know

poetry saves thoughts from obscurity leads emotions onto paper-thin canvas of feelings impressed with no purpose other than being expressed for what it is worth a few scraps of pleasure memoranda passion and urge to find its place a ceasefire on the threshold of truth and truce a pearl of nothingness or raw perception epitaph or prologue a circle of blindfolds discarded revealed exposed in slow motion or rapturous flow yet I cannot take credit for what seeps from my mind stories are written by life in obvious or covert stride with marching boots or flip flops footsteps on the beach clinging on to the cliff face and sometimes naked feet barely hang on threads of my story I need to share from the pressure cooker of the scribe sometimes merely a flickering flame but always honest and sentient each day a poem or more leave the nib and the ink dries quickly until the rain in my heart smudges letters and words only to be written once again 08th August 2021