Progression

Now giving time to the greats after finding my own voice and expressive rhythm. Fells as natural as the flow from step to dash. And a credit to a vision from my young mind. To block the books of renown from filling my core. Now letting them fill only spaces for inspiration, and true respect from the travels of the books of my own. 

An inspired question from the above-

What is the filling of your mind beyond the learned ? And the who of yourself beyond your filled thought ? 

And below, one of my recent discoveries from Shakespeare and equally a love of my own - 

'Why is my verse so barren of new pride? 

So far from variation or quick change?

 Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange?

 Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?

 O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument;

 So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent;

 For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.'

mF