I’ve been quiet expressing my poetic or personal thoughts recently, however my mind has been full and this creativity has spilled out into my business. I’ve been a financial adviser since 2016, which I love purely for the people I serve, but felt something was missing, something human, something helpful, something impactful. I found this …
How long the journey Across a narrow mind Set so firm to curve and meander Nowhere blind. Set free the traveller With questioning eye That sees the boundaries of limits And decries.
So tiny yet large of life, Curious seeker, You loved, Purely. Quietly without complaint Retreated inward Slipping away, Slowly. Between wake and sleep, I felt you bound-free from half life to after, Joyfully. Your tiny stillness remained, an empty shell left for us, to bid farewell, And remember. “Insight; our pets find our softest spots …
So my self-set challenge to write ‘something’ daily seems to have naturally ceased with lockdown. ‘Old’ me would have seen that as a fail, but I choose to see it as a pause; like the dormancy of a winter preparing to spring.
Below, you billow, Blue breeze, blew through Your heavy weighted skirt with a slap As it snatched waiting fabric tails And whistled wolf-like and whining Whilst wincing tethers clank in objection Bestow bedlam And cast across the gazing ocean. "Brief: 365/2020 project, prompt 'Sail’
Ten almost Eleven, you asked to be a Scout Den to Tent, growing explorer wanted out When you went, you grew braver without Me. You need me, differently. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Tent’
You were the boy That waves at trains. Saddened by every farewell. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Waves’