April and I wandered through the area around Queen Mary falls and beyond a few months ago. We found places of beauty regularly. This photo was one of them. We need to allow ourselves to wander if we want to let creativity emerge. This poem also is expressing some of the gifts that are found in creating a free space.
When my heart wanders…
When I take the time to wander,
Wandering with no planned destination,
By myself and with silence allowed
to speak,
Words begin to play in my mind,
A thought forms a line on a page,
Connecting what I see to my soul,
Then my heart goes to,
What could be said in a poem.
I love that a poem –
doesn’t need a conclusion,
Can ask a question and leave it there,
Its where I can play with commas and full stops
and breaks,
Allowing words that connect with my heart,
To flow without the rules I never learned properly,
Expressing, rather than following confusing grammar,
Words scattered across a page,
Forming something that speaks clearly,
If I let my heart wander.
A poem makes me more human,
Admitting my finite reality,
Shaping creative desires,
When I don’t know everything,
So I just write something,
Sharing
Mostly what is unknown,
Knowing that I am not alone,
But realising I need to be by myself,
To allow my heart to wander freely,
To know only partially,
Content in enjoying my wandering,
Waiting for the poem yet to be written.
