I care about people... I care about places... I care about things that matter to me... I care about the people who care about me... I care about the places that I have visited that will always have a connection to me... I care about the things that will always interest me, anchor me, thrill me, and inspire me... I have welcomed many people into my circle of friends and I have trusted some people as if they were family - but, occasionally, unfortunately, I have had my trust taken for granted... I have found myself in places of extreme beauty that I loved every moment I was there - but, because I shared my time with others who have over time seemingly put me on mute, whenever I return to some places I see and I hear echoes of the past that, because I am who I am, have not faded from my memory... I have had things of mine taken away from me - things that I have had to adapt to living without; however because everything of importance, at one time or another, always leaves an indelible impression on me the touch of something, of somewhere, or of someone lingers on and can never be banished from the limitless world within of my big heart.
Poetry
A Poem A Day #377: The White Crow
A Poem A Day #376: Those were the days
A Poem A Day #375: The Green Lantern
A Poem A Day #374: Sweetness and Light
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"?
