The urge is there this morning
I've only just stopped yawning.....
... and I want to create!
The thoughts whirl round
and it's almost as if they
make a loud sound
..... clamoring to take their place
on the screen.
Once they form a shape
they jiggle round and fit themselves
into their proper place
.... Then they're happy.....
.... cos they gain meaning
Isn't that a bit like us?
We get thrown onto the page of life
and we wiggle and jiggle....
.... finding just where we fit into life...
..... and family.... and community
.... and relationships
And till we find our place
.... where we fit
then we're not comfortable....
.... it's just not right!
But then we find our place....
... our role in life
and we become part
of the poetry of life.
© Ian Croft August 2019
© Ian Croft August 2019
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