Daily Poetry diary 

As I've had this blogsite for ages and never done anything with it, I have a backlog of poetry.  sometimes poetry is given to me, sometimes I compose something. Poetry is all around us. I don't pretend to be any good, but I like what I do as well as lots of what comes to me from other sources.

Here is another from the movement workshop. This time it is my poem on another mover's image/move. 

A leafy early morning room.

In a leafy green glow

The resting time of soft scented drowse.

It's all so big.

The world is big.

I want to shout it, be it, leap and hold it.

My being, vibrant with the breath and shout of it.  

Only there, in that moment,

Fluttering leaf-green and glowing with life.

They don't know this of me,

That I can hold the whole world there,

The joyous green shout of it

In my heart and belly and throat.

Folded in, lightly held,

Feeding me before my breakfast. 

Cath Blackfeather