Year: 2022
My Poem “Lost and Found”
It’s been a long time since I wrote like this… It’s been a long time since I felt like this… It’s been a long time since I felt as if I were adrift… It’s been a long time since I made a wish… It’s been a long time since I felt as if I had nothing else to anchor me except for my family and my poetry… It’s been a long time since I looked in the mirror and I did not recognize who was looking back at me... It’s been a long time since I saw some of the muses who over the last ten years have knowingly, or unknowingly, inspired me... It’s been a long time since I experienced a true new beginning - but now that I have been left by those who I once thought I knew and who I thought knew me, I believe that I am having to walk while fully awake – where before, perhaps, I had only been sleep-walking... It’s been a long time, but I think I know who I am now… It’s been a long time, but I think I get the message clear and loud… It’s been a long time, but I think I have been touched by a light like the sunlight that eventually breaks through even the darkest of clouds… It’s been a long time, but I think I have arrived somewhere where I have acquired what I have been looking for – somewhere I can only acquaint to being some kind of poetic Lost and Found.
A Poem A Day #373: Time Capsule
A Poem A Day #372: Bernadette
A Poem A Day #371: Soleil
My Poem “God”
"What if God were walking these streets right now?" Said one friend to the other. "Maybe they are. They could be anyone - a man, a woman, even a dog?" Replied the other friend, as they both walked from one side of the city to the other. "Well someone did ask a similar question in a song once: What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on a bus trying to make his way home?" Said the friend, as they recalled the lyrics to the 1995 song 'One of Us' by Joan Osborne - which the other friend replied by saying they had never heard of. But what if you did walk passed God? And what if God walked passed you? Would they look how you imagine them to? Would they look like the picture that has been painted of them? If God stopped you and talked to you would you heed their message - or would you just walk on by? God could be anybody. God could turn up when you least expect them. God could be a man dressed in black; God could a man dressed in white; God could be a woman in red walking fast; God could be a child who when they smile is able to brighten even the cloudiest of days or the darkest of nights. If there is an almighty then there is no way any of us can ever be truly lost - because everything happens for a reason, because everybody meets other people for a reason, and if there were a way to describe why things happen and when then why not call them "God"?
A Poem A Day #370: Voilà!
A Poem A Day #369: Cogito ergo sum
My Poem “Transitional”
Life is always transitioning from one state of being to another - but the act and the art of change is no more apparent, prominent, invigorating, and awe-inspiring than at the time of the year of when Spring becomes Autumn when the leaves of the trees change colour and then ultimately let go and fall... people are always thinking, listening, feeling, and looking for new things, or familiar things, to excite or reignite their senses - and there is no time like the present when anybody can seemingly do anything, when anyone can look how they want, when anyone can be whoever and whatever they want to be... places are always having new visitors to them, and there are always those people who return to a place time after time - because a certain place has something about it that is special, magical, and gets under a person's skin deeper than a needle. In my experience life is full of poetry... in my experience people are more pliable than they think they are... in my experience every place has a story that speaks volumes and can be heard if you want to hear what it has to say... in my experience life experience is what gives us all the gift of indistinguishable individuality... in my experience some people can only show their best side when everything around them is dark and they can shine like the brightest of stars... in my experience we can all find ourselves somewhere and with someone that can influence us that we can in turn have an influence on the more that we are exposed to them - especially if we are with someone somewhere almost every day. Life does not always give everybody a choice as to whether they want to change or not - because sometimes some things must happen, whether we want them to happen or not... life has moving pieces and things that must repeat and work in synchronicity with one another like the cogs, gears, and the settings of a clock... people like things that reoccur because it gives them something to look forward to - that is why people like traditions... life is about things that are built to last, as well as about things that happen, are captured, and then are gone again in a snap! Life and people will always be a work in progress and always in the process of constant transition.
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