these days are a bit of a daze at the momenti have just returned from
the spring poetry festival in canberra
which was both a joy and a privilege to attend
i met so many inspiring and wonderful people
both on the panels i was on, and the audience
who came along . . .
and certain conversations reminded me
that following this passion and lifelong pursuit is worth it. . .
even if, sometimes, the solitary pages and (often)
melancholy wanderings of my work,
leave me scared or perplexed. .. .
to inspire even one person is worth it
and i think whether we grow beetroot or sugarcane,
wash windows or nurse people who need care,
mother, paint pictures, or sell groceries
we all have a story
and we are all poets in our own way
"does a poem have to even have words?"
a new friend asked . . .
and as i took this photo of the curtains
in my lounge room this afternoon
i thought of this and agreed,
no it doesn't . . ...
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