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A Poem A Day #237: Coming Soon
A Poem A Day #236: Robin
My Poem “Poetry is my religion”
Whenever I open my eyes, whenever I close my eyes, within me, around me, I know that I am not alone... whenever I am confronted by the spectre of fear and doubt I know that I can instantly connect with a wellspring of hope... whenever I feel like I do not know what to do or where to go I know that I am on a path of enlightenment that I started upon from the day that I was born... whenever I find myself thinking, feeling, dreaming, allowed to let my mind, my heart, my spirit and my soul wander I always hear the voice of the eternal call... whenever I can, wherever I am - whether sitting on a bench in a park, whether sitting at a table in a cafe, whether in my bedroom looking out the window, I feel connected to the world, to the universe, to nature, to the sun of the day and to the stars of the night sky, and I also feel connected to people from my past life, from my present life, and perhaps to those who I have yet to meet who I do not yet know I am connected to and who do not yet know are already connected to me... whenever I have sought out the next signpost that will lead me to what direction I am destined to take down the the multitude of roads of choice and fate I know that whether I am surrounded by tall trees, by tall buildings, by nature, or by people, I am free to be and to free to experience what and with whom I am supposed to my own personal perception of life and follow my faith of hope and optimism that lies at the heart of what I believe, what I live by, and what speaks to me and every day convinces me that poetry in all its forms is my religion.
A Poem A Day #235: Water Colours
My Poem “The Switch”
When I first began writing poetry it was like a light had been switch on... when I first began writing poetry it was at the same time that I fell in love... when I first began writing poetry it was like walking outdoors and feeling the touch of the sun... when I first began writing poetry it was like I already knew that I was a poet for life and not just for the moment. Some things you think you know for sure and forever - but then they change... some people you think you know as well as you know your own face - but then they take a hard left down an unexpected alley... some things look perfect with the right lighting - but their flaws become apparent when seen in the light of day... some people look idealistic from far away - but up-close everybody's cracks are exposed like the shadows of monuments in a valley. I didn't know what was inside of me until I found the right person with the right key to unlock the door of my library of internal poetry... I didn't know what would happen after I started walking down this road that I have been on now for years - but I knew that would never be truly alone and that there would always be something and someone with me... I didn't know what it meant to have been found until I felt my eyes, my mind, my heart, my ears, my soul open wide and never want to miss a thing about anything and everything ever again... I didn't know what lay beyond the horizon, in outer space, or in the dark, until I saw that there is always a way and a gift for me to turn to and to turn on whenever I want to like a switch.
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