Yes I forgive myself,
for trying to make something,
that obviously wasn't going to work,
to work.
It is just who I am
A hopeless romantic,
a stubborn ram,
and a God crazed celt/Slav/Viking,
Depends on the day of the week.
When I find Beauty
and Purity,
I find it challenging
to let go.
As any poet would.
Every poet needs a muse.
But most poets needs time alone
and silence,
and space wot give birth to whatever,
needs to be born,
And that requires a large dose
of solitude.
And luckily,
Eire can provide that.
As She always has.
Sometimes,
my poetry transcends space and time,
and sometimes it is just:
“I had bad day, week, moth, year”
kinda thing.
I bless myself and all of my selves,
and may the gentle glowing flowers,
on the trees of Healingtree:
bring peace to Beauty
and and may Beauty
give us all
the long desired :
Peace.