Why do you scribble, they ask,
the answer resists, hesitant…

Why scribble?

crafting rhymes unshackles captive thoughts,
weaving warm words, deftly embroidered onto
the thudding depths of this wild, dancing heart,

seeking peace, flirting with the promise
of bliss, of love, of sharing lengthy silences,

savouring hushed moments in between breaths,
stretching the seconds to caress the naked sky,

as the colours of life swirl around my warm tea-cup,
reading the leaves to divine what the morrow holds,

acknowledging the impermanence of fleeting smiles,
hollowed hearts lost somewhere in the bygone miles,

and so,

I scribble…