Hello, dear and faithful readers.
I had planned to write an amusing and witty poem to round off my pre-Christmas contributions to this blog, but like pie crusts, good intentions are made to be broken and blasted by other commitments such as work, which pays the bills.
I started this blog back in the spring this year with no idea in my mind that I would manage to attract such a wide readership, have so many visitors or expand my writing skills into poetry. I have met so many lovely and creative people, read wonderful work and felt my own craft develop over the weeks and months. Writing has probably saved my sanity this year. I have grown older, wiser and learned some very hard lessons along the way. I lost my dad in the summer, a pain more excruciating than anything I have felt before, and really don’t wish to repeat again for a long time. I hope this blog would make him proud. At the very least I’ve been brave enough to put myself out there and feel I can hold my head high.
Anyway, thank you to everyone who has stopped by, read, liked, commented or just trawled around to see what’s going on. You are all welcome. I am taking a break in the countryside for the holidays, so the pages will lie fallow for a couple of weeks. I will recharge my batteries, recoup, soak up some calm and return, full of energy and food 🙂
See you all on the other side – 2014 is going to be a good one. I have already decided!
When the words don’t come easy
When inspiration evades me
When I must gouge every word from my bound and stitched mouth
When the rhythm’s distorted
When the rhyme pattern is thwarted
When confidence is eroded by crippling self-doubt
When I shrink before mastery
When my skill is unsatisfactory
When my fountain of words is foundered by drought
That’s when I lay my soul bare
That’s when I let myself care
That’s when what I put there on the table is me
It’s my heart, soul and body
It’s what pushes and drives me
I’m a poet, a writer, and words set me free.