About Writing

I don't write poems. Errant words gather together in my head, form lines, and then fall out onto paper. This is what they looked like on one occasion.

About Writing  

Retreated from the world

With only a pen

Imagination swirled

Stories began

If you never try, you never know

Scribble a line

And watch it grow

Don’t conform, don’t confine

Just open your world

And let the stories untwine

Hours spent curled,

Dreaming up lands

Then the plot unfurled

Beneath my hands

Creation reared, unleashed on paper

I’m off to write more, talk to you later.