writing – Poetic Meanderings

A Poet’s Release

Unraveling words that speak, an exhalation that saves me before suffocating in the thick folds of life…what I can’t escape becomes like woolen drapes enclosing a cramped space, and I stare into that darkness until some part of me breaks, a release that pulls me out into the airy translucence of sun where all poetryContinue reading “A Poet’s Release”

Puddle

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost A poem hovers somewhere above me, just out of reach, I know there is something I need to free, some image to get out, but just now I am preoccupied with a pain in myContinue reading “Puddle”