There are a thousand stories
Written within my mind -
I delight in reading them, caught up in
The twists that I manufactured;
Falling in love with the characters
That I created, almost as if
I made them just for me.
Whilst I long to put them upon the page,
It is so difficult to translate
The quiet humming of my mind
Into the sort of words that somebody else
Might understand; the sort of words
That one would take pleasure in reading.
That mechanical hum - I adore the ingenuity and
Creativity which it churns out,
And yet its meaning is so difficult to comprehend.
It does not allow for doing things casually:
Each line is integral, like each stroke
Of da Vinci's brush upon the Mona Lisa.
Once I get it right, at long last,
I shall be able to hold my masterpiece;
It will be tangible, finally in the sort of words
That the world takes pleasure in reading.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
