Song of the Wood

My poems are an immediate rush of expression, an inner need to connect and to begin myself, and end the constant longing. It is a funnel through which all things eventually flow outwards, the essence that is me thrown to the masses. I write because I am this thing that must create, or so shall I be destroyed. Song of the Wood is my latest fall from the Heaven of Words, to play my instrument, my literary flute. I blow into this world my latest gesture, a kiss of meter and rhyme and...
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My poems are an immediate rush of expression, an inner need to connect and to begin myself, and end the constant longing. It is a funnel through which all things eventually flow outwards, the essence that is me thrown to the masses. I write because I am this thing that must create, or so shall I be destroyed. Song of the Wood is my latest fall from the Heaven of Words, to play my instrument, my literary flute. I blow into this world my latest gesture, a kiss of meter and rhyme and metaphor, expecting nothing in return. Perhaps an echo, a sigh. What would be nice is someone to turn around and say, I needed every bit of that. My life would thus be complete.I have been writing since the age of eight, over 40 years. It's been a life-long journey of pleasure and pain into that great Unknown. But it's enough. I'm one with it. I can only hope I've helped you find oneness too in this world of bits and pieces.