When my muse sits on my shoulder I often do not know where she will take me. The following is included in ‘A Denagerie of Poems’. At times of uncertainty I find it sustaining, even though I wrote it some time ago, is that not the beauty of poetry, its timelessness?
As we walk through the shadows on the shore we follow the life that we live each shadow’s length reflects our painful journey with light and sun warming the pain until we stay with happiness once more
Our footsteps pounding on the broken floor we walk in prose but think in rhyme couplets flooding in to break the empty space that is our thought’s resting place thus we are whole and dwell there evermore.