without knowing

There are times when I sit and stare out of the window trying to conjure up a poem. I don’t call this ‘writer’s block’, just one of those days when inspiration hides. And then I just start writing …

WITHOUT KNOWING

I cannot finish
the sentence                               
I haven’t yet begun
as I’ve no words
for what might have
been before I spoke

I cannot begin
the walk that has
no ending
as from here to there
is beyond my view

I can continue
the poem I have
started but I
do not know
how or where
it might travel
to its ending

I can only write
and let the words
take me to the place
where they belong

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</ a>’A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.