I wrote these lines a while back. Something was clearly on my mind. Writing my thoughts into verse sometimes helps clear away persistent brain-fog. I’m not sure it has worked 😉 Maybe some thoughts just need to make their own way to consciousness naturally, in their own time – maybe some thoughts need to be allowed to flow like a stream along its own path.
giving in this is a poem about you it is a poem about letting go of a life that holds you letting go of the hope you pulled from a once fragile dream this is a poem about a formless noise that has enchanted you like a child who fears the ground he treads with each note sung it is a poem about the grown-up game you play where the rules are lost before the dice is thrown this is a poem about giving in to letting go and a new beginning
I like to introduce my readers to the poems I write but I don’t like to try to explain them. Poetry doesn’t work like that. People discover the meaning of a poem in their own time and way. Even the poet has much to discover in their own work. I do like to give a bit of a background to the poem and sometimes, if possible, to provide a picture of where I was at the time.