Riding the currents

sleeping through storms

treading water in the dark


sparks of harmonics

fly from my pen


my hand

the sentient animal

of my heart



An older poem …. words float and land. improvisational rhythms. their own kind of precision. different relationship each time. they’re just there….perhaps have always been


Artist: Turner

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  1. ‘Riding the currents, sleeping through storms, treading water in the dark,’ love all of this poem Jana,and also the painting by Turner, one of my favourite artists. Forgive me for not reading all of your posts, just finding time to catch up but always grateful for the inspiration.

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