inspiration
A Poem A Day #148: The Rainbow
My Poem “Deus Poetica”
I feel like I have just awoken from a ten year long dream... I feel like I have just spent a decade being inspired, inspiring, and embodying the spirit of the God of Poetry... I feel like all the drama that came before has been washed away... I feel like I have stepped through a door and out into the world of a brand new day - but one that does not resemble all that have come before in any way... I feel like I have emerged and arisen from a shell wherein which I grew and I matured into who and what I am now... I feel like I can now be something and someone I could not have been in the past... I feel like I am now unchained... I feel like from now on I will not be mind-tricked by those who see me as a means to an end... I feel like the pieces of life's puzzle are once again moving to create a new picture... I feel like I am traveling towards something that will redefine my life and build the reality of my future... I feel like I can take a step back at the same time that I take a step forwards and at any given moment plant new roots and at the same that I grow new leaves, apples, and flowers upon the branches of my ever-changing muse tree... I feel like I can hear the voice of the divine telling me that everything is going to be fine and that one day once again I will find the inspiration that will add to the life's work of the eternal God of Poetry.
A Poem A Day #147: Wildflower
A Poem A Day #146: Fresh Start
My Poem “End of the Road”
Every life has a beginning and an end... every journey has a start and a finish... every day has a message to be received and a message to be sent... every time you hope for the best sometimes you get exactly what you wanted and sometimes the reality that unfolds in no way matches your original wish. As I stand at the junction at the end of one road and at the beginning of another I find myself looking back over the path that I have forged with my own words and actions I see so many of the missteps that I have made - as if I could see my own footprints as clearly as if they were made in snow or in mud - and I wish that I were able to go back and change certain things, because I realize now that for so long I have, in a way, been trying to hold back the water of a flood by constantly repairing breaches in the dams that I have constructed to not allow the natural flow of the poetry of life that I believe in to change and refresh that which sometimes needs to be renewed - because for so long I have been held back by emotional barriers that at times I found it hard to contend with and understand. Everything is finite... night must become day, just as day must become night... rain falls, seas rise, rivers flow - and no matter what is said and what is done nature will win out, and for every door that opens one must close... everything, everyone, can only be expected to go so far for so long before they reach the end of a road and they have to start upon another.
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