Well it's been a mostly slumbering summer, but the music was alive tonight. Sang with Melissa and Blake. Their songs informed me, reminded me, and controlled my own song choice. When you listen to other writers, and the odd cross-hatch of a theme comes along, it's fun to pick up and riff of that and turn it into something new. I look at writing a bit like a snowball gathering speed down a hill. As it travels it picks up the sickest bits of snow, giving you a big ball of a song. Sometimes weak, sometimes strong.
A beast could not tear me away from this path,
my mind, like a number, an equation called math.
My strategy, is un-wravelling, travelling through time,
not a thought goes towards the next word set in rhyme,
Yet they come to me, summon me, bring forth a theme,
and I yearn for the listening ears that you bring.
So I thank you, my old and my now and my new,
for to understand me, is my poetry through and through.
