Poetic muse

It's funny how I seem to go for ages without the merest flicker of a rhyme crossing my mind and others when I just can't stop writing. At the moment I feel full of verse, I've written more in the last few weeks than in the previous few years put together. Much of my recent work is also more positive than previously, which is also good. I've put a few up on my poetry blog if people want to look.

Another birthday last week, how the years fly, it is actually 15 years since I first came to Aber. as a student and 21 years since I started at Uni. - Yikes!

I look at the the students today and they all look so young, it's hard to realise that it was so long ago now. I look back at myself then and realise that as I've grown older and (hopefully) wiser, I am a lot less certain of things now than I was then. Then I thought I knew everything, and now I realise I know nothing! Sometimes I long for the simplistic clarity of youth, but at heart I know my foggy uncertainty is better.