Poems Revisited

When I started this blog I was writing poems fairly regularly. After a prolonged period of what I suppose may be termed 'writers block' I stopped trying and have not written any verse for.....longer than I would like to admit.

I find peace in writing and some of the things I compose I enjoy re-visiting.

I have been reading through some today to try and inspire me to write again and have decided to re-publish this one. It's not my favourite, but I enjoy it and can still vividly remember the day it popped into my head.

These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.

Of experiences interpreted with mortal imperfection,
of sporadic impulses bereft of all direction.

Of paths that I have ventured down seeking illumination,
of venom that I have endured to recreate sensation.

Of countless souls encountered, of faces memorised,
of deeds born of pure intent, of some intent disguised.

Of dreams that I have realised and dreams yet to be?
The exploration of my fate, the rationale for me.

These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.