Thursday, 20 April 2017

PAPER

PAPER

I wake and reach for paper,

From wood I craft
An earthy poem
A path to pulse the present.

The pen rolls contours the land
In my hand - the history
Of yesterday, tomorrow,
In the face of adversity
It flys like leaves.

As solid as wood, dig into it;
Writing an instinct
A universal gift
Grounded and deep grained.