I have never been lost for words, just occasionally I have to do something a little differently. The words that I have had recently ringing in my head, I would not expect anyone:- least of all my readers to understand. So I lockdown, close the hatches and get more sleep.…
Read MoreSeldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and…
There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some…
There brings, on wave, an immortal sound, to walk on shells, some coral found. And in my hand I grasp at form, and I’m at one with ocean born. For not a whisper aimed at…
I have never been lost for words, just occasionally I have to do something a little differently. The words that I have had recently ringing in my head, I would not expect anyone:- least of…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and plight, what is necessary to create, a crying child with hallowed frown upon a mothers holy gown, she lacks a canvas to present,…
Seldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for we shall seldom…
