Introduction to Where Words Wait Some days the pen feels heavy, the mind crowded, and every line you try to force just slips away like dust on a breeze. This poem comes from one of these days – from stepping out instead, onto the sun-warmed lanes that you know, and learning what the land has … Continue reading Where Words Wait
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Hearing … Being!
Sitting down today to compose this piece that you are now setting out to read, I had restarted writing this poem on three occasions, before settling on this one below. But it requires a little explaination before going further. I have spent much of my life with Tinnitus which can be explained by the following … Continue reading Hearing … Being!