WE WILL NEVER BE FOUND EMPTY HANDED

AS OUR FINGERS WRAP AROUND IDEAS

AND OUR HANDS CARRY CREATION

Excerpt from ‘The Canvas, The Art, The Artist’

Last month I celebrated my second published piece when C Magazine launched their autumn issue, ‘Voice.’ It was a collaboration with artist and friend, Jeneen Frei Njootli, offering a poetic response to her piece ‘red roses and lidii.’ I’ve always considered myself a shy person (though others disagree with me). If you ever told me in the past that one day I’d be celebrating my poetry publicly, I wouldn’t have believed you. 

Poetry is raw. It’s emotions spilled out on paper. It’s words when the words escape you. I felt safe knowing that mine was tucked away in my journal where no one else would read it. But how else can you describe an encounter with art — a piece of someone’s being? Truthfully, you can’t. Yet, somehow, responding to art with art seemed the most appropriate way.

The language of the soul.

It is great irony that the title of this issue should be called ‘Voice.’ In working on this project I found a little more of mine and I can speak my truth a lot louder now. 

Get your copy at cmagazine.com/issues/135.