I can still remember those days
when it felt as if poetry
was flowing out of me
as easily as water falling
from the spout of a tap...
I can still remember those days
when the possibilities of life
felt so open I did not consider
that I might already
have been walking a particular path...
I can still remember those days
when everything I saw
and everything I felt
instantly inspired me
to write about them...
I can still remember those days
when I felt as if could not discern
whether my pen was driving me
or whether I was driving my pen...
I can still remember the feeling
of freedom and elation
that made me dream at night,
and sometimes during the day,
about indescribable and amazing
things that to this day
I would find it hard to put into words...
I can still remember those days
when everything that occurred to me
felt like the key to a door
that led to a brand new world...
I can still remember those days
when I felt unbound and able
to believe anything was realizable
if I put my mind to it...
I can still remember those days
when I was still a tentative poet
that had so much to say,
who wrote all the time,
but who did not know
the right place to convey, to display,
to share, and to bridge the gap
between the stream of consciousness
that constantly flowed
like a torrent within his mind
and the ever-fertile blank page...
ten years ago -
those were the days.
Month: February 2022
A Poem A Day #108: Oh Wow
A Poem A Day #107: Phoenix in the dark
My Poem “Mistakes”
Some mistakes can be bad; some mistakes can be good... some mistakes can be sad; some mistakes can lead us all to finding ourselves in places and with people that we never planned to be but over time we can come to love... some mistakes are glaring; some mistakes are more subtle... some mistakes are like tattoos that you try to cover up with whatever you are wearing; some mistakes can turn out to be a blessing in disguise that can unknowingly get you out of trouble... some mistakes you cannot make amends for... some mistakes take more time to recover from... some mistakes can make you ask questions of yourself that you may not have asked before... some mistakes are those made by others that when you learn of them you feel like you have been hit by a bomb... sometimes words can mend a relationship that has been scarred - but for how long is a matter of time, trust, and sometimes what someone is willing to pay... sometimes you may not have intended to do something that works itself out in the end; and sometimes not being able to turn back the clock and redo something can feel like a carrying a weight upon your heart with you every single day - but no matter what, and no matter who, no one is immune to fate, and, because everyone is human, everybody over the course of their life is going to make many "mistakes".
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