In the quiet still of these crystal moments
when the morning whispers at sun's first call
and slumber echoes on the dove-cote doors of sleep
a world lies waiting for the day
and there you will find me, pen in hand
poised for the never failing still voice of inspiration
and when it comes, as it always will
these virgin sheets meet my words
I am the first thought
flowing to paper as the
poet sees the yellow
of a morning sky outside
I am the first breath
as a night of slumber ends
and rejuvenation leaps
to inspiration for the new
It's a time when the writer
finds words which just flow
when inspiration has tangible
substance you know
and the lines just appear
with the syntax to flow
to craft into stories
for poets to show
So one day you should visit
at daylight's first glow
as in your heart I am sure
you know it's where to go
Though similar paths each day I tread
there is always inspiration
in the things I see around me
to encourage recitation
But in case of memory lapses
my little notebook always carried
allows me to capture what I see
so that sights to words are married
There’s a place close by where my best words are found
Sometimes it is close to the sea
But at others it is up on the hills where I walk
And most times where I happen to be
It’s a place of deep soul and of feelings and thought
and emotion wrapped up into one
For me it’s the exuberant quality of life
Born from a love of the sun
A moment of pensive when passing in time
for reflection and insight that is wholly mine
is something I treasure as provision it brings
inspiration for writing and other such things
so oft will I pause for a moment or two
raison d'être to share with a select few
Poet's Corner 