Firstly apologies for my absence. I am back and wish to share the following with you.
I wrote this poem today, after chatting with Anita, who was the host to a radio show I did a small spot on. I had been invited there to speak about The Poetry Bank. Anita mentioned a moment to me where she had fluffed her words. I coined the word floundered and in that very moment, 'Flounder' was born.
Now few of you will know Anita, but those who do will know she treads where other fear to. She has a confident couragesness about her and she has been joy to write about.
So here is to you Anita, never stop being who you are.
Flounder
Out of my depth I often flounder,
Deeper in I dread to wander.
Still I venture further more,
As newest babe on slippery floor.
As lemmings to the cliff I run,
No thinking on what could become.
My character can not be tamed,
Nor trapped ... caught or even named.
A dancing spirit free and wild,
Born of Fear and Courage's child.
By Helen Stallard
July 5, 2014.
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