fireside...

The tales you type with your fingertips inspire me to new heights.

I have been perplexed as of late, wondering when I reached my current plateau and how long I have been walking here. I have stories inside of me that have yet to be woven into a tapestry of words. It seems that I'm waiting for the right parchment to be placed on my table, or the perfect language to express the unexpressable...but after dreaming and waiting, i think it is time to learn to write on my forearms and inner thighs. Speak my words out loud so my baby~tummy can catch a glimpse of the wind that fills my sails.

I am a poet of simple complexities and, at times, contradictions. I want to smooth out my wrinkles in the silken stanzas, helping the simplicity shine through, so that even the passerby may understand for a moment the light that beams through my eyes.

The fireside was luminary and warm. Thank you kindly.