Reflections & Revelation

This page is a window. It offers you a view of the world through the eyes of the poet.  The poet sees the world differently and that difference in perspective is what makes the view such an enchanting expression of extraordinary visions.

Who is the Poet?

It is you and and it is me. It is we as we make sense of the world. Poetry lives inside all of us. We just need to let our intelligence have a little freedom to bloom into imagination. We just nee to accept our curiosity without fear and with a dare. We just need to look forward to our creativity as a beacon of hope and seeing light in the end of the tunnel and then seeing stars in the darkness of the sky. We live each day with hope for the next day. Poetry lives in that hope. It is the hope that life is worth seeing the thunder and the rainbow, the light playing through the canopy and the fearsome eyes of the hungry carnivore, the hint of a smile adorning the lips of a young love and the wails of a widow bereft of an untimely demise, the fragrance of a flower and the sting of a bee, the dew on the green grass and the dusty dunes of the dreary desert. Life is a tale of contrasts some soothing and some searing. Poetry celebrates life in its totality by talking about what was, what is and what could be. We all are poets as we live life.