I don’t think of myself as a poet.
But, sometimes a casual observation, or a mood, or a particular event wakes me from the
bus-i-ness….
of the day and I feel a bit more aware of the life I am living.
I am finding that I look forward to the moment that will be the “keeper”.
The moment I can later capture in a few words.
Scribbling, rambling, sketching with words, I explore the thought or the image— much as my friends who are artists do with “quick sketches” during the course of a walk.
I would love to have you join me in writing a poem a day…or a week.…
Life lived consciously feels so much livelier! Please do share your “keepers”!
