Poetry

The writing of poetry is fuelled by the desire of the spirit to scale its highest pinnacles and in doing so it delves into its deepest labyrinths

The result is a piece of tapestry that is woven from threads of the past and colours of the present, with embellishments of thoughts of the future.

Says the mind to thought-‘You cannot withstand the hurricane.’
Replies thought with a smile-‘I am the hurricane.’

This brings to mind a verse from one of my poems-
Thoughts, thoughts
Familiar gnomes these
Buzzing in the mind
Like a grist of bees
Coming at their whim
Then flitting away
Bright and colourful
Or dull and grey.

Have a colourful day, all.😊

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