is hard to describe
where everyday words fail,
poetry can capture the essence
And so it can be shared…
There’s a Poettess who lives
in a cottage by the sea
The wind whispers to her secrets,
lifting her hair, silently.
And the waves, too, as they wash her feet.
She carries them all in the ocean of her heart
Thoughts unthought flash like fishes in the deep
Words like boats that travel along her currents; Storylines.
And she, the fisherwoman, waiting on a single line of love…
wondering where she will feel the tug.
Then the muse, like a master seamstress with the finest needle
She gathers the threads, ribbons and tales,
weaves them together, knots and bows.
Only she knows where each storyline goes.
Only she knows.
And you. You have your own ocean,
with fishes and boats and waves.
And you, you read her poems
like secrets on the page.
And perhaps you are also waiting
on a single line of love…
To see what tugs.