Why do you write?
Someone asked me…
Each poem a journey with many roads,
into my soul.
I write, because without it
I would choke on my own words and drown.
I write because, paradoxically
I find words insufficient
But woven with ‘pauses’…
And trailed dots…..and an absent word
they turn into something else.
A way of remembering,
way of experiencing more truthfully.
A way of being in the world, without hiding
The joys, the sorrows, the pains, the confusion,
the overwhelming gratitude.
I also write out of curiousity
To see, what wants to be seen and read
Who am I?? and what Am I thinking and feeling….really
in this moment.
A way of turning emotions into beauty.
And hoping this beauty will help create
A more beautiful world.
But mostly I write to connect.
I write to be free….to connect,
It gives me a way to be vulnerable
and make the container of my joys and struggles
available to others to pour and reflect;
on their own.
And in this ephemeral place….
hopefully we meet
you and me.
It has been ten years in the wings….the Artist….Who was born in the MI….is free.