Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

where's the beef?

It's been pointed out to me that there's very little poetry in this blog. You're right, Ali. Maybe I should explain where I'm coming from. For years I did no creative work; I had no idea I could write creatively. As for being a poet - no, not me. And then it all changed. I was introduced to haiku - what a songwriter friend describes as the creative equivalent of doing a crossword. I found it an interesting challenge to express myself in so few words - and great when it worked out. And I found I could do it quickly.

But to me, haiku was an occasional hobby; something I did to fill in the time - like doodling while listening to another trainer give his presentation. I needed more. Last November I started to write more freely - for the first time! I'd kept a private journal for years - but no-one ever saw that. Now I was writing stuff that I wanted to share. Like my photos it became very quickly a way of showing people what I notice - and that's important.

This blog was started as a way of showing what my creative process is - what's behind the poetry. The poetry is on my website. www.facilitator.demon.co.uk and so are some of my photos. I plan to get a more snappy web name and a better layout - but that costs money - and some organisation.

So, will this blog get more poetry? Yes, probably.

the moving finger writes
who knows what is to be said
I start each line not knowing
where the next will go
I follow the muse within

Simon.

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