Poetry along the pathways

 Last weekend I attended a poetry workshop in a little room situated in a beautiful garden. Eden Garden was hewn out of a quarry and is like an oasis of calm in the midst of the city.
Writing poetry means being willing to sit and be still,

to take a little climb into a different realm,

 to let a shower of rain refresh your soul;

to be open to surprise,

 and moments of beauty.

 The rays of sun illumine the pathways, showing where a filigree of shadow sits, and leading you onward in search of colour.

Then you find a nook, a place of shelter,

and then you have it. A poem has appeared, you have shaped it, and it rises well-formed.

Poetry along the pathways.

I seek simplicity

and fullness in one.

A stain of cornflower

blue seeps across

a page.

Dipping my pen,

a poem inscribes itself

across the blue.

This is enough.

I am complete. 

©Juliet Batten