A Journey that Never Arrives.
I am a late developer but an early riser.
A Jacqueline of all trades, hoping to
mistress at least, one of them.
Even if
I wasn’t good at it, I drew.
Creating worlds.. of my own making.
by line and thought,
I’ve produced paintings..paintings… paintings
Which nobody wants…or even looks at.
Hundreds of works, silently stacked,
one against the other,
Waiting…for what?
I’ve written too much poetry.
Nothing has been published….
Several plays… a film script..
Songs and stories.
that never left the page.
But none of this really bothers me.
Akin to a flower, I’ve grown
from my seed towards daylight,
not to be picked…but…
…perchance to blossom.
- Many a desert flower is born to blush unseen
It’s beauty is not wasted on the Desert air -
….as the bard never said.
KB September 2021.