Creases In The Mind.



Creases Of The Mind.

Ideas in the mind are like furrows in a field

Some thoughts grow, whilst others yield

To the memories of a life lived in pain

Where nothing was tried, and nothing was to gain.


Along came a seed, and it sprouted into life.

The mind started to crease, the forehead frowned,

The eyes looked down and a pencil was found.

Words flowed, they would not cease

Until at last the mind found its release.


A poet was born, the words travelled far

They crossed the land, opening doors ajar.

the love entered minds, it lowered the shield.

Ideas in the mind are like furrows in a field.

Danny Kemp


About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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