For long there were just random jottings
A turn of phrase or a pithy insight,
A witty one liner or an alliterative expression,
Some reflections and mostly opinions.
Too unsure and lacking confidence,
Unable to believe my own written word,
Would store them away for future use
Which seemed a long distance away.
There were some full blown poems
Some half written articles, incomplete stories,
Tucked away in a dusty corner, in long forgotten old diaries.
But too personal to be shared with all.
And then followed a long barren period
When nary an event sparked creativity.
Words would tease from afar,
Blank pages stared back unblinkingly,
But the ink in the pen remained dry.
Then the welcoming fold of childhood friends
Encouraged me to gingerly test waters.
The delighted response unleashed a flood
Of thoughts and words which refused to be stemmed.
They tumbled out in a hurry and a flurry
Taking everyone by surprise and delight.
For a few months the torrent grew and grew
Before slowly ebbing to a quiet flow.
The thoughts continue to clamour unabated
But I have learnt to streamline the barrage.
The interest has waned a bit with time
Eliciting now an erratic lukewarm response.
But the nurturing words did their trick,
Nudging and pushing fingers to weave
Providing a cocoon of all encompassing warmth
And a fledgling voice found its tenor.
One year of words, dear friends, would not have been possible,
Had you not shown patience and I perseverance,
And thus flow the words, making demands on your kindness,
Finding a gentle, leisurely pace to move on.