Labours of the Heart

Finding the words is easy.
Wielding the brush is child’s play.
Digging through my resistant heart,
scarred, damaged and thick,
to find the real emotion:
That’s the true toil.

About this poem

On days when I have the time, I often write more than one poem. The one to pay attention to is always the last one. Because I tend to keep writing until I get to the heart of what is on my mind. For me, not for everyone I understand, but for me – that is work.

The picture was taken in my studio.

Tom