A poet is someone who can pour light into a cup, then raise it to nourish your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
—Hafiz
I write poetry because I need to express myself with feelings sometimes not easily conveyed in the essay form and because poetry frees my soul...to sing. If I have any writing talent at all, it is like air, mind, body and blood, only on loan to me. I will give it all back when I cease to exist in this world. It is my hope to return the gifts this life has provided me, enriched with my experience of being fully alive.
It does not matter if my expression is through art, words, photography or music. I would be arrogant to call any of these creations my own. I am the instrument created to record the things I see, feel, and experience. Whenever a poem, photo or calligraphy is completed, it is released from my heart's soul and belongs to this age in which I live. If my interpretations are deserving, they will be read and viewed by those in another age and time and if not, I remain content. This is the moment I have been given.
Photo Credit: The Wise Poet, Kathleen Fay, Pen/Brush/Ink, 3x6, 2001.
Photo Credit: Header — Old Jail In Turkey, http://www.ooruc.com