Early mornings and branches

Early mornings and branches.

Breathing in ordinary moments.

Crisp air fills my lungs and frost crackles underfoot.

Looking up at silhouettes in the sky.

Shadowed by the night sky.

Soon to be flooded in daylight

C.Farish 28/12/17

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Some thoughts on poetry

Even though I am a poet.. At school it was not something that I enjoyed. As it was all about formulas of how to write. Rather than something organic.

It’s as though poetry found me. I first began writing in my mid teens.

Poetry is meant to be felt by the reader. They can articulate their own meaning from the words written. It’s not something written to be taken apart and changed.
When I write it is as though an idea, thought or phrase kind of writes itself.. It just happens.

Words have the power to do great good. To encourage, bring hope and inspire those around us.