Intricate patterns of clear Interwoven with butterflies and Tulips, the stain of reality for The mind represented. Colours, beautiful, so bold And catching the sight but Not the eye for The eye will recognise fragility But sight will see stained glass. Delicate, easily shattered, Fragmented into the mixed Tiny, shiny pieces that can be Subtly…… Continue reading Self-portrait

The Journal, my friend or foe

I have always kept a diary of sorts but as I often write scary thoughts down (check out my poetry book) I end up tossing them (yes, in the bin and I often shred them first).  However an article I read, one of many I have read lately offered some interesting insight. The keeping of…… Continue reading The Journal, my friend or foe