The Beginning.....

"A Poet's passion, like inked blood, flowing freely, caught up in swift currents of thought and rhyme, leave stains upon the landscape of the mind..."

When I first began to craft poetry, I wrote of my heart, my soul, my nightmares and my dreams -I wrote of relationships, both good and not so. I would wake up each day filled with words that cried to be heard, first by my ears and then shared for others who might also relate to the emotions I would pen. They felt like they held no mercy to my human side, they were impatient and would prod relentlessly; no truce for respite would they allow.

They were the release valve to anything that had been pent up over the years, grateful to have finally found an outlet. There were days when I felt caught up in currents so swift that there were times when I felt myself going under, gasping for breath. Also, too, were those times of peaceful solace as they would abate for the day and I could at last rest.

My days became filled with rhyme, the laundry blowing in the wind now felt poetic, the maple keys whirling in the breeze became dervishes, spinning their dance of delight. The passion to take the everyday occurrences and make them into poems was a joyful pause from the angst that began my poetic journey.

~inked by ML