We live, we breathe, we plan and all the while we observe, wonder and question; curiosity and wonder start from the time we are babies through infancy and into junior school when the questioning starts and the word 'why' becomes a favourite.
During secondary school then college, when we are becoming adults, we are learning about history and other cultures, we learn the good bits and the disasters, we start feeling partially responsible and questioning why and what if. There is a lot of thinking, some in debates and some just thoughts that go round in your head. The process of putting those thoughts down in writing can often make things feel clearer or maybe just give another way to look at things, quietly questioning all aspects of being a human.
Chris has owned a Blues Jazz Club, holidayed in the Caribbean, Europe, and Morocco, lived in Australia and is now retired in Devon. When diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer he decided to publish his poetry collection to share his thoughts in order to connect with some of your own. He ponders on the thoughts that perhaps at the end he will know the answers to what he calls his 'living and dying' poems.
About the Author :
The start of writing poetry was on holiday in St Kitts when I was asked to put an entry in the visitors book. The holiday had been amazing but looking through the previous entries the comments did not seem to say enough so I thought I would write a thank you poem about the holiday and experience. I actually surprised myself and that started the mood of writing, when I got home I jotted down poems about family and friends.
Having had a very varied career and good share of travelling my life has been full of things I have wanted to achieve, rather a transient path with shares of ups and downs, illness and deaths of family and friends.
Now at mid-life, reflection and thoughts play a larger part in my life and it is the writing them down on paper that makes me fathom how to explain these thoughts to myself and to others.
Writing moods can be triggered off by the smallest of things or events, long- or short-lived bouts of time but always good when pen meets paper, yes the pen and paper are first, the computer last.
