Not because I think I am important
Or I have something important to say
It’s just the way the words come
And I’m just fine with that
No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them
And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator
And I
I have run out of
Unsubtle intertwining alliterations
So I kick back
And enjoy this glorious moment
But the wisest insights always come
When I turn away from all of these
And simply listen to the voice within
Which resonates best with my body
Poet’s words
For simple colours
Writ large
On an epic landscape
Humans evolved
The mind to identify
The harshest conditions
Howe Sound Blues ~ A video collage of poetry and photographs featuring the Sea to Sky Highway.
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Depositing, Depositing, Depositing
On mounds and terraces
The beautiful stuff of Earth
Cools, solidifies, colours
Pix to Words 