Lists of phrases spring to mind, a regurgitation of thought processes triggered off by something I see or feel about a situation, a connection I envisage. They spout like semen, those seminal visions, ejaculating potential life into the pool of pondering, connecting, contemplation over time developing, lying laden until finally I give birth, groaning with new growth.
Natural vision started the passion, seeing trees, creatures, landscape, all of creation’s images becoming imagery of evolution, revealing the commonality of experience, the communion of life, drawing me deeper into archetypical souls, the pattern of humanity, the reason for life. So poetry is a flash of life revealed in word.
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