Is there benefit to writing
A poem a day?
When the wisdom I learn
Is left
Unwritten
And unshared?
Even when I write those words
A child
No,
Two
Shout loudly and call me back
From the place where words are formed
And once again
Lessons from the multiworlds
Leave me
They do not even leave a trace
And I am left
Bereft
With words on the page
That do not even remotely
Resemble
That which I hear from the hawthorns
Or the ruined mill
They instead
Take a form
Which I am meant to honour anyway
Yet the true message:
Gone
I have taken journeys
Deep into my psyche
And I bring back
Magic
Truth
Power
But I leave them
Somewhere close to dreams
In the air that forms around a poem
Nwyfre 