Trembling on the cusp Of new ideas It’s ever thus Creativity falls like rain Harnessing More the strain Seduced by promises Of more and better Application spatter Soliloquy or monologue Or floating Thoughts like thistle down Trembling on the cusp Need to ride the wave Harness the power Be brave.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 