I don’t really know the first thing about poetry, but sometimes prose feels too many words to convey what I feel.
I’ve been reading some really beautiful articles about being introverted, however, when I came to try write my own today, I found I couldn’t articulate my experience in full sentences and this is what emerged instead.
I don’t claim to be a poet, so make no apology for it 🙂
Thoughtful connection, noticing need
with spacious respect
Inner reflections, both light and deep.
Beauty and truth, resonance of old
Bringing fresh insight, perspective
And moments of awe.
Breathe in the quiet, exhale the clutter
Move, feel the flow and shimmer of life;
Joyful melancholy, relish it all.
Embracing nature both without and within.
Rachel Anderson 20/3/16
