Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Explanation

When I was a child,trouble occupied my home,and words were notused much with me.Starting school,I was verbally behindyet unhindered with numbers,which directed my study.But the wordswould have been closerto my nature,which was mystic.Without words,my nature was undeveloped and distancedfrom those who may haveshared my unexercised interest.Thus I was alone!That nurtured meand became fruitful,but curtailed many bondswith my core to others.Thus it is so.But who’s plan?

memory · solitude · writing · family · spirituality