The six preceding ‘ragged writings,’ were
the original poems - deemed incomprehensible - that I submitted to a professional body of poets. I surprised even myself that I did not
immediately rip them up and throw then in the rubbish bin! But, as I mentioned before,
in my fourth post: The Saga of Amethyst Poetry / Part One: A Winter of Rejection, [25th September, 2014,] I did leave off writing poetry for two long years,
brokenhearted. But I began again. And when I did . . . what came next? When my
springtime finally came . . . what emerged?
In a greater surrender,
and a surer sinking into my Source, a new drawing up from my roots began; and I
was led further into my Beloved and deeper into that Book out of which I came. And
what came out of my middle, shining through the amaranthine rocks in Amethyst
Poetry was birthed in that experience; and the words which
flowed were locked in the imagery of the Word. My experiences in
the things I was learning through suffering, formed themselves inside the
ancient complex imagery in which I was immersed; so, it wasn't surprising, that
it came out of my midst; it had to, before I could be led further into the
glorious liberty promised all those who follow the lamb, whithersoever...
The next four posts, four ‘ragged writings,’
are those I first wrote after the poem, “BEFORE . . .;” at the end of my long winter.
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