#poets on poetry
The moon seems fuller when viewed through the lenses of teary eyes.
The stars seem brighter when seen against the dark of our black world.
I’m alive.
And isn’t that the most wonderful thing?
How far off the world’s edge would I have to fall before I could scream without anyone hearing?
How deep into the ocean depths would I have to swim? How far into the forests would I have to run? Just to get some peace and quiet. Just to be loud without anyone hearing.
All I want is a house with big windows. To bathe in my dreams in the lazy afternoon sunlight. Oh the stories I could write and the plans I could make sat by those breezy bay windows. Leaving bread to cool by them and rushing to open them after a storm to breathe in the air. Cats dozing by them in the sun and wrapping ourselves up in blankets during the winter. Books piled high and plants in mismatched pots.
Oh, all I’m asking for is a house with big windows.
Oh those spring afternoons filled with bird song and laughter, drunk on the afternoon sun and clear breezes.
Would anybody be interested in book reviews or book recommendations after I finish reading them?
I’ve gotten back into reading an awful lot now and thought I could start a book club or book reviews tag on my blog for people to find easily. Plus I’ve just been given a week off work so I have a lot of reading time on my hands!
Let me know if that’s something you guys would be interested in seeing here!!
Hope the start of your week has been wonderful!
- Finn <3
