I'm asked to write an intro to this page
I freeze
I slip over another's truth and forget my way and as the day darkens I remember and give space for the words 'who says I can not'
So poetry for me....... it's like silk running from a tap in the mists of kaos, allowing myself to see the life in everything, even the life inside the not seeing
Such a blessing to have an imagination and to learn to befriend it with the world around me.
In the days of cold separateness poetry is what whispers there is magic here.......