Feathers Collage by Kamil Vojnar
Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 31 July, 2017
Filed under: Arts, Culture, history, Memoir, poetry, songs, stories
29 July, 2017 • 1:41 pm 0
I ceased writing poetry in June of last year when I faced the prospect of having to find an income. At my age, and with a resume like mine, that would frighten elephants, the prospects of finding that income seemed difficult. Very, very difficult.
I looked around and the only thing I could see was Uber.
The prospect of working for Uber scared me to death. I simply froze. I watched and husbanded every penny and, so far, Providence has held.
What scared me so was that working 50, 60, 70 hours a week, my art endeavours would wash away, all the way to the sea.
I have desired this all my life. To pour forth what lies within me, my God’s gifts the world to share.
I needed time, I prayed for time, to allow me, my inner soul, to grasp the tree of creation, and through its many branches, bear fruit.
And now that I have tasted, savoured that sweet, sweet fruit, I never want to live without it.
Malcolm D B Munro
Saturday 29 July, 2017
Filed under: Culture
29 July, 2017 • 1:08 pm 0