[about my writing of poetry]
This can't be taken from me
This can't be taken from me
.... Oh I spose if some dread mishap
should strike me immobile .....
then without a finger to poke at this tiny screen
it would be hard to write
should strike me immobile .....
then without a finger to poke at this tiny screen
it would be hard to write
But I'd cope.... maybe with voice I'd still create
these gems of feeling and of thought
It would be hard I know .... but the words
they would still flow....
these gems of feeling and of thought
It would be hard I know .... but the words
they would still flow....
With these thoughts I can roam
far across distant places ......
or create a past which never began ....
or understand that past which torments me still
... and I guess.... that torment me, it always will.
far across distant places ......
or create a past which never began ....
or understand that past which torments me still
... and I guess.... that torment me, it always will.
Its only understanding which will bring
a way from the pain of the past
into the peace which might yet come
a way from the pain of the past
into the peace which might yet come
And so I think .... and ponder .... and write ....
and as I write, the fragments of the past
are arranged into a new pattern
of calm and peace ... at last.
are arranged into a new pattern
of calm and peace ... at last.
© Ian Croft February 2019
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