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.
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons,
Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
I think all my poems end up the same way.
Awesomely expressed
Many thanks for responding, Suyash.
what a beautiful description of life, and really the best way to live, you just need to have faith that when you just go one step at a time without regard for your final destination, you will reach the destination that is best suited for you.
Bless you for such a positive response, Andrew. Much appreciated.
sounds like some of my days…. just keep going!
As we all do!