Words, Clear. Not blurred
Sometimes I write, needing to have respite,
In the light which illuminates in the night,
The paper to pencil, the computer in which I type,
Music in the background, I have found puts me back in a rhythmic bound,
Hearing I feel they become clear, the words in the clear water pools which are sometimes just meres,
Or are mirrors, constintly repeating words proceeding,
I love writing for it brings anew, experince sometimes light soft and happy. Others serious or rue.
Just listen to the melody which sorrounds, your experince, your words. Dont let them be drowned.
raypool
Tue 11th Jun 2019 22:48
Hi Chris. I just wanted to express myself in saying that what you have written is like a seed sprouting , as yet in its early stage, wanting succour and pruning to grow . I sense you have a humility which can only be a good thing. I feel that you may have intended "rhythmic mood", I could be wrong ! Keep that inspiration going. Sometimes it's the only thing that counts.
Ray (An old timer).